The girl stuck out her tongue, her face wearing a look of having been soured.
"It's okay, I guess." Xu Xiangyang bit off one of the haws from the tanghulu and started chewing with his mouth wide open, mumbled his judgement, "It tastes just like your average sugared hawthorn."
"Every time I saw tanghulu on TV, they looked so shiny and brightly red that I thought they'd taste fantastic, so I've always been curious about them, just never bumped into the chance to try one." Zhu Qingyue sighed heavily, "I didn't expect that when I finally got to taste one today, I'd find that only the sugary shell is sweet, the hawthorn inside is just super sour."
Xu Xiangyang couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at?"