Lin Xiang had seen it on TV, characters in period dramas selling ice cream from street to street. She understood the basic principle of those insulated boxes, but creating an effective one would be a bit difficult.
She finished eating her last ice pop, "I'll go ask the ice pop factory owner and be right back."
Fortunately, the ice pop factory wasn't far from the Ge Family's place, or else Lin Xiang wouldn't want to make such a trip under the scorching sun.
When Lin Xiang arrived again, she happened to see someone picking up ice cream using the kind of insulated box she had in mind.
After the person left, Lin Xiang directly asked the owner, "Boss, you're well-informed. Do you know how those boxes are made?"
"Why? Are you planning to sell ice pops too? Are you giving up the barbecue business? What about my grilled fish?"
"The barbecue business will definitely continue. I'm asking for someone else's sake."
"Hold on!"
