It was soft, fresh, and sweet on the tongue—a perfectly balanced, gentle sweetness that carried the pure, natural essence of gorse nectar. To avoid masking the flower's delicate flavor, Ling Miao had added only a pinch of white sugar. This subtle thread of sweetness intertwined with the gorse itself, highlighting its natural freshness even further.
**Chapter 249: Mint Ribs**
As she chewed, she suddenly caught a slightly firm morsel. It dawned on her that this was the gorse petal, tucked away inside the egg. Ling Miao chewed cautiously, a hint of curiosity in her expression. The tender flower burst against her palate, its petals releasing a sweetness entirely different from the sugary egg, accompanied by a tiny explosion of juice. Being a plant, it had a natural, crisp texture—a stark, delightful contrast to the soft, fluffy egg.
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