Under my wing

There was no need to question the authenticity of the corn ear which was brought by Mo Qiang. This sweetness and ability to provide instant comfort was something that only an A+++ grade crop could do, Fu Qiuning who had finished taking a bite of the corn turned to look at Cao Jian who was staring at the cup of tea in his hands with an assessing glint in his eyes.

Seeing this Fu Qiuning took a sip of the tea and was pleasantly surprised when he tasted the sweetness of the maple syrup which was devoid of any artificiality. This was the first time in his twenty-eight years of life that he was tasting a sweetness that had nothing to do with the chemical composition which tried really hard to copy the sweetness of natural sugarcane yet failed again and again.

What was the real deal, if someone was to ask him, the Fu Qiuning will most probably show them this maple syrup and say that this was the real deal in front of this maple syrup all those sweeteners were nothing but fake!