Stepping out of the crowd, I handed the ice cream to a child and took a bite of the red bean cake myself.
It was cool and refreshing—so comfortable!
Lin Tang gently ruffled her nephew's soft hair and smiled, "Go on, eat. Weren't you saying you wanted an ice pop? This is ice cream, and it's even better than what your brother had back then."
This was made with milk, more expensive than ice pops and, of course, tastier too.
Lin Zhixuan held the wooden stick of the ice cream with his pudgy hands, his eyes gleaming.
He carefully licked it once, his eyes and brows slightly bending.
"Is it tasty?" Lin Tang asked with a smile.
Lin Zhixuan nodded, "Yummy!!"
Wanting to save some for his brother and sister, the child ate slowly.
He would take a small bite every few steps, and before long, the bottom started melting and fell into his hand.
Lin Zhixuan pursed his plump red lips, furrowing his brows in a quandary, and leaned in to suck on the wooden stick.