The Xi Tea Milk Tea Shop was fervently rolling out new products.
"Durian fruit tea is passable, but this Photinia flower fruit tea... I'm having a psychological reaction without even tasting it."
"Quick, see if anyone's bought it. I want to know if this thing is even drinkable. If it causes problems, can the tea shop afford the consequences?"
"..."
The crowd waiting in line was buzzing with discussion.
Inside the spacious office at Yonghui Supermarket, Xue Yang sat quietly, his gaze firmly fixed on his smartphone screen. He was browsing Deng Baoling's personal homepage, where comments surged in like a tide, each one painfully glaring.
"Even the introduction isn't engaging enough for a second read."
"Never smelled it, but I'm incredibly curious."
"This choice is truly difficult to understand."
"Why choose the Photinia flower specifically? Couldn't any other flower work?"
