Castorice took several more small white porcelain bowls of the same quality from the food box, her movements elegant and steady.
The campfire light danced over her slender fingers, making them seem even fairer, like jade.
She wore a pale blue-green long dress, its hem brushing lightly over the ground, looking especially fresh against the night.
She served Yan Huan, March 7th, and Dan Heng and Mydei, who had also expressed interest in trying it, each a small half-bowl.
The broth remained clear as it flowed into the bowls, with only a few tender leaves floating and swaying gently within.
"There isn't much soup, and the ingredients are limited. Please don't mind," she said softly, her gentle gaze sweeping across the group.
They accepted their bowls and carefully tasted the soup after thanking her.
March 7th leaned close to her bowl and gently blew on it before taking small sips. Dan Heng examined his for a moment before slowly tasting it. Mydei drank his in one gulp, then narrowed his eyes as he savored the aftertaste.
The soup was warm and gentle on the tongue. Its first impression was one of utter clarity and sweetness, like drinking a mouthful of mountain spring water from freshly melted snow.
Then came the uniquely smooth tenderness of the bamboo fungus, followed by the crisp, sweet freshness of bamboo shoot tips blooming across the tongue.
Only at the end did the fragrance of the Moonshadow Flower stamens emerge, like moonlight in a forest, lingering in the mouth and washing away all the heavy flavors from before.
"Wow..." March 7th let out a soft gasp, her eyes sparkling.
"It feels like I drank in an entire fresh, dewy morning in a bamboo forest! My mouth feels instantly refreshed, not greasy at all!"
"Good soup," Dan