"Mommy, I want ice cream."
At the food truck, a little boy said to his mother.
"We'll eat some at home; the ice cream from these stands isn't clean," the boy's mother advised.
"I want it now!" The boy stopped and refused to move.
"Alright, alright, we'll buy a little."
The boy's mother took him to the front of the food truck. She glanced inside. Inside the metal box, the ice cream was delicate and fresh. Jiang Feng had just scooped some for the previous customer, forming a swift and smooth ball with his scoop. His movements were very fluid, seemingly without any hindrance.
The ice cream looked too tempting. Even the boy's mother was a dessert lover.
"Boss, two bowls of ice cream and a White Rabbit ice cream bar, please," she ordered. Children shouldn't have too many sweets, but she was an adult, and she could indulge. The ice cream and ice cream bars in the food truck looked too delicious. She didn't just buy a cup of ice cream for herself but also an ice cream bar.
