The soup was drinkable, but it wasn't particularly delicious.
Jiang Feng sipped the half-bowl in front of him, finding no baby bok choy cooked to tenderness, only one slice of pork belly, but a fair amount of beef cubes had settled at the bottom. The minced onions had integrated with the tomato chunks to the point of invisibility, barely discernible under the overwhelming flavor of the tomato sauce, leaving only a faint hint of onion.
Due to Jiang Weisheng adding a generous amount of ketchup, the color of the soup resembled that of Borscht Soup, and the taste was somewhat similar too. Yet, with just a couple of careful sips, one could tell it was completely different from Borscht Soup.
There was an indescribable odd flavor, along with an inexplicable deliciousness.