"Okay." Jiang Yue answered again, and came to the wooden barrel with the lid again.
Xue Yan had already scooped out a bowl of ice-cold sour plum soup, and she came over just in time to hold it.
When someone finished eating, Jiang Yue and Xue Yan hurriedly cleaned up the person's tableware and chopsticks. The people in front of the queue rushed in and took their seats, sweating on their heads and shouting: "Red bean ice! I want a big bowl, for the sake of Is it easy for me to eat this, it's killing me. Bring me a big bowl of Liangpi too!"
Jiang Yue and Xue Yan didn't pay attention before, only to find out that this is the person who said that he was so old and his words were like a dog. Come back, come back, really come back.
"Okay!" Xue Sihu responded loudly again immediately. Xue Erhu and Xue Sanhu were smashing the ice, and it was very broken, so he hurriedly scooped up a large bowl of broken ice with a wooden spoon, and then poured sugar red beans.
Xue Yan took this big bowl of ice and sent it over.
Xue Sihu mixed another bowl of cold skin, and Jiang Yuemang also gave it to him.
Then, Jiang Yue and Xue Yan squatted in the water basin and began to wash the bowls, plates, chopsticks, and small spoons that were collected from the table. They were afraid that they would not be enough, so they had to wash the dirty ones quickly.
When they were washing, they saw that the aunt next door was smiling like a flower, and was constantly introducing people to the things on her booth.
Clearly someone is interested.
And those people, most of them were queuing under the scorching sun, had nothing to do, they noticed that the things on the aunt's booth were good, so they asked.
Many wanted to buy it, but felt the price was right, so they bought it.
The aunt's business is better than ever. It hasn't been long, and she has sold a lot of gadgets, so she is naturally in a good mood.
Suddenly, a pair of feet wearing little silver boots came to them.
You don't have to look up to know it's a child.
Sure enough, before they even looked up, they heard someone shouting happily: "Shengqing, Yuebao! You are really here today! I thought my father was lying to me!"
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It was Shen Yuxuan.
Jiang Yue and Xue Yan looked up silently, and saw that Shen Yuxuan was still carrying a small medicine box, but he was holding a popsicle in his hand, eating with relish.
Shen Yuxuan saw a little ponytail next to him, so he hurriedly brought it over, sat next to them, and said, "My father sent someone to give me popsicles to eat,
It just happened that it was the lunch break of the academy, so I came out, Shengqing, Yuebao, your popsicles are so delicious, they quench your thirst, did you even add them—"
Salt.
The next word of salt was swallowed by Jiang Yue and Xue Yan under the double gaze of Jiang Yue and Xue Yan.
Xue Yan was silent for a while, but still explained to Jiang Yue: "He often tastes medicinal herbs, and he can distinguish a lot of what it tastes like."
Jiang Yue probably guessed it, and didn't say anything, just nodded.
Seeing Jiang Yue nodded, Xue Yan whispered to Shen Yuxuan, "My family still wants to do this business."
"Understood, I forgot." Shen Yuxuan scratched his head and smiled, a little embarrassed. When he sat on the pony like this, the small medicine box on his back was uncomfortable, so he simply put the small medicine box on his lap. "My father always told me that if he asked me to eat anything, don't say it, for fear that I would ruin other people's business."
Xue Yan still knew about this matter, so he didn't say anything, but asked, "Have you had lunch?"
"No, but the fourth brother said to mix cold skin for me to eat." Shen Yuxuan pointed to Xue Sihu, who was already mixing cold skin. He hadn't seen Xue Yan and Jiang Yue at first. The platform was too high and there were too many people. He saw Xue Sihu first.
(End of this chapter)
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