She walked over to the table with a curious look on her face. She saw the ice cream made from cloud tassels. "Did you make this?"
Yun Zi smiled bashfully. "That's right. Although it's not as good as what you make, it should still be edible. How about you try it?"
She shook her head and said in a low voice, "No, ears of wheat. Your ice cream has been melted and won't taste good. Eating it like this all over the place is too tiresome."
"What? Melted? It can't be. Let me see."
Before he could pick up the chopsticks, the ice cream flowed out from inside the chopsticks. Cloudspike cried out, "Ah! How could this be? I was obviously following your instructions!"
She felt her heart ache as she watched herself make ice cream for the whole night. How could this be?