Xue Yan sighed in a low voice, and then silently hung the rope from a small wooden box around his neck. He held the wooden box of popsicles with both hands.
However, he wouldn't be able to hold Jiang Yue's hand like this.
Xue Sifu looked at Jiang Yue.
Jiang Yue only shrugged her shoulders. She was only silent for a moment, then she stretched out her small hand and pulled Xue Yan's clothes, as if to show that she would follow Xue Yan well.
Xue Sifu heaved a sigh of relief.
Xue Yan and Jiang Yue didn't look at Sifu anymore and left silently.
The lady at the neighboring stall knew that they were going to sell ice, so she wasn't surprised and didn't ask anything. Instead, the other stall owners nearby asked in disbelief, "Popsicles? That must be made from ice, right? Can your family produce ice? Is that true? I've been setting up a stall in this town for more than ten years, and I've never seen ice in this town during summer. Is this a trick?"
