The innkeeper finally burst out laughing—don't be fooled just because she's selling them, but when she gets these ice creams in stock, her heart can't help but tremble:
What kind of ice cream costs eight or nine bucks a piece wholesale! There's even pricier stuff, but she couldn't bear to bring them in.
It's simply outrageous.
"Every weekend when the urban area gets crowded, young folks are more willing to splurge on these, so I brought some in. In the village, the most popular ones are still those old popsicles, like red bean bars."
Sigh.
Luxury is always for others.
The college students were biting into their old popsicles, asking, "Aunt, is Boss Song's food at the mountain canteen any good?"
"Of course it's good!"
The innkeeper replied without hesitation.
"Master Jiang on the mountain used to be a top-paid chef at a hotel, with a million-a-year salary! Now he's cooking at this canteen, how could his skills be anything but excellent?"
