The refreshing and tasty sour plum juice was perfectly sweet and sour.
Grandma Qin poured it into a jug, then had Shen Ningning place it in the lotus pond of the Spiritual Spring to chill.
This way, when they took it out a short while later, it would be as cool and delicious as if it had been iced.
Shen Ningning poured a large bowl for Mo Lingwei.
After drinking it, he indeed felt much cooler, the drink dispelling the heat from his morning-long search.
"On my way here, I saw several streams and clear rivers in the mountains. Are they from your spring?" Mo Lingwei asked, looking at the little girl beside him.
Shen Ningning nodded. "Yes. The mountains were too dry, and the animals couldn't find water, so they kept coming to me. It was too unsafe."
Mo Lingwei, holding the empty bowl, gave a slight nod.
'It's a good thing she set out that spring water.'
