"So it went on, endless research and practice, and before we knew it, two days had passed."
For two sleepless days, Xia Yu was terrified by Zhu Qing's madness, which differed from her usual playful demeanor. The elder, once obtaining the recipe, showed the fervor of a demoness engrossed in supreme secret techniques, their aura quite similar.
"Tequila? We tried several brands, none of which worked. Dragon Palace Tequila carries notes of vanilla and citrus, which seem superfluous. Royal Tequila is too aged, its vanilla notes too rich—equally unworkable!"
Zhu Qing crossed out a list of tequila brand names in her notebook.
"The rest, Bordeaux Tequila, Dobel Master Tequila, even the top-tier 11-year-aged tequila—with its elegantly accumulated sophistication and exquisite quality—feels as superfluous as the ugly duckling within the dreamy aura of 'Rainbow Fruit'. Too superfluous, much too superfluous!"
