Pitted longans and the crystal-clear flesh of lychees were mixed together in an ice bowl and set on a wooden serving tray.
Each of the four corners of the wooden tray held a small container filled with dry ice, sending forth beautiful, dreamlike clouds of mist.
Amid this enchanting, splendid scene, the owner poured ice spring water and fruit juice into the ice bowl. Mixed with a faint scent of osmanthus, the lychee-longan ice pudding was complete. Beside her, the store owner's wife patiently spread nearly transparent lychee flesh over an ice cake, drizzling it with honeyed milk and sprinkling on flower-cake crumbs, layer after layer. With a little ice spring water added, it was placed in an ice cellar; after a brief wait, it emerged as a fresh ice cake.
The shop's signature red and purple winter spring juices were exceptionally icy. One sip immediately perked Jiang Han up.
As a Sea Siren witch, she might not necessarily fear the cold, but she definitely feared the heat.
The ice pudding and ice cake were delicious too. Jiang Miao had only been in South City for a few days, yet she had already found a shop like this... Jiang Han stuffed her mouth full, then swallowed everything in one gulp, savoring the deliciousness as it settled in her stomach. A witch's mouth could stretch wide, much like a snake's, and after long evolution, their stomachs had gradually become a different sort from those of landfolk. If they wished, they could even use their stomachs to store non-sharp objects.
—But no witch would do that. Even the witch who had invented magic that turned one's stomach into a spatial pouch thought it was too disgusting.
"Is it good?" Jiang Miao touched her hair, her smile bright and warm.
Jiang Han nodded,