Hua Yan, freshly bathed, had just settled into the flower hall when the night snack was brought in: a few small dishes, several pots of warm wine, and uniquely, there was also a bowl of ginger soup and bird's nest placed before her.
Actually, Hua Yan didn't care for ginger soup, finding it overly spicy and no amount of sugar would help. But since ginger soup truly dispelled the cold, she could only endure the spiciness as she drank it, holding the bowl and laboriously sipping until the ginger soup was all down.
After she finished, her tongue remained tingling from the spiciness.
Su Zizhan pushed a plate of preserved fruits toward her, "Try some of this first."
Hua Yan pinched a piece of candied fruit and put it in her mouth, chewed it, and only then felt the spiciness subside a bit.
Su Zizhan looked at her with amusement, "You can drink alcohol but can't handle spice?"
Hua Yan shook her head, "The spiciness is different, I just don't like drinking this ginger soup much."
