Shen Chuwei picked up a cherry, washed it thoroughly with clean water, and presented it to Xiao Jinyan with a delicate face full of smiles, "Your Highness, please try it."
Xiao Jinyan lowered his gaze to the fruit before him – small and exquisite, completely red – and looked at Shen Chuwei with confusion, "What is this?"
"Cherries, a very delicious kind of fruit." Shen Chuwei's eyes involuntarily curved when she mentioned tasty fruit.
Cherries? Xiao Jinyan, curious, opened his mouth and bit halfway into the tempting cherry, tasting sourness with a hint of sweetness, so sour that it reached his teeth.
But it didn't show on his face.
Xiao Jinyan didn't like sour things nor did he enjoy overly sweet ones, picky with his food one could say.
After finishing the cherry, he picked up the cup of tea from the low table and took a couple of sips, his teeth still feeling somewhat sour.
