Ane put the mug with a murky liquid in front of her daughter, and her soon-to-be daughter-in-law, who's staring at her in disbelief, said, "That's a miso soup; just drink it."
"Oh..." Rayleigh mutters, and she proceeds to sip the soup.
Rayleigh cradled the steaming mug of miso soup in her hands, the warmth seeping into her aching muscles. As she brought the mug to her lips, the earthy aroma of the miso paste and the savoury dashi broth washed over her, eliciting a soft sigh of relief.
The first sip was like a soothing balm, the umami-rich flavours coating her tongue and settling her roiling stomach. The saltiness of the soup helped to replenish the electrolytes she had depleted during her night of overindulgence, while the gentle heat slowly began to alleviate the throbbing in her head.
