"Have a sip of this."
Seeing his cautious expression after being burned, John handed over the bag he was holding, which contained a drink of unknown contents.
The bearded man didn't stand on ceremony, grabbed the plastic cup, and took a look. Through the transparent cup, he could clearly see many red beans settled at the bottom.
"Is this... bean soup?"
"It's red bean soup, the most popular common drink in Great Xia, equivalent to our cola, but more nutritious."
"Red beans, huh, good stuff."
Maurice breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a straw from the bag, pierced the seal on the cup, and began to drink eagerly.
The cool and sweet red bean soup instantly soothed the pain and numbness on the roof of his mouth as it flowed down his esophagus into his stomach. Maurice felt invigorated and not sleepy at all.
Most importantly, although the red bean soup was sweet, it wasn't cloyingly sweet like many carbonated drinks, but had a perfectly balanced taste.
