"Is the drink Ziluo made really that bad? It does have a subtle strawberry aroma." Lin Jingyang curiously picked up a glass, sniffed it, and indeed detected a light, strawberry sweetness. He then glanced at Ziluo with some skepticism.
"Go ahead and try it," Ziluo encouraged him with a smile.
"If you insist." Lin Jingyang trusted his father wouldn't lie to him, and took a big gulp.
"Bah," he spat it out in the next second.
"That's disgusting. Has it gone bad?" Lin Jingyang quickly wiped his mouth, his face contorted in disgust from the flavor of the drink.
"It's not possible. How could it be expired?" Lin Hao didn't reproach him for spewing out the juice, but was skeptical about the claim. He took the glass from Lin Jingyang's hand and took a sip.
"It hasn't gone bad. It tastes the same as when I last had it," said Lin Hao, after finding the flavor matched his memory.
Ziluo's mouth twitched, "That's probably because our tastes vary. Let's stick with tea."
