The ice cream in the village had a hard texture, requiring biting.
Dubian Che gently took a bite, savoring the smooth and delicate texture.
"It's still tastier in the shop," he said, eating with a making-do face.
Xiaoquan Aonai felt a surge of nostalgia and reluctance.
Realizing she also wanted more, she quickly wrapped up her cone and went outside.
Four people sat in the living room eating ice cream cones, talking about what had been discussed in the morning's full staff meeting.
After finishing the cones, Xiaoquan Aonai asked the three of them, "What should we have for lunch?"
"No need for anything fancy, just cook some udon noodles," said Akiko, eating her cone wrapper.
"Okay," Xiaoquan Aonai stood up, "Dubian, go call Mayi."
"Better to make a phone call," Dubian Che took out his cell phone.
If he really went, once the noodles were cooked, no, it would be dark before he could return.
