Jiang Wunian nodded, rapidly mopping the sweat beads on her forehead with a handkerchief, her usually delicate eyebrows creasing noticeably. She said, "Sister, that's not why you're here, but it is why I am, though I'm regretting it now—it's so hot and exhausting to travel by carriage or boat, and tourism's just the same. I hardly ever left the house even when we had high-speed rail and planes, so what kind of courage was it that got me out of our yard this time?"
She started to miss the days of bliss at home, where she could chill out with a basin full of ice and a glass of iced slush in hand. Just scoop some jam over it, add some freshly cut watermelon, give it a quick stir until it was well-blended into a brilliant color, then slurp it down—a heavenly treat indeed!
At home, you don't need to dress up either. A little something light and cool would suffice.
Jiang Tanyue asked, "Didn't you say you had no inspiration because you were always staying at home?"
