Yunxiu picks a fully ripe red coffee cherry, places it in your palm, and gently closes your fingers around it, smiling quietly. 'Taste it. ...Isn't it a bit sweet? This one, I waited eight months for.' The sun in the mountains is setting, and today's harvest is over. Do you want to stay for dinner? I made sour soup with coffee. Sounds weird, but you'll know once you try it.