Cheng Su had made shaved ice, which, although novel, was quite rough compared to what she had eaten in her previous life. The authentic version would be made using Shaved Ice Powder, but whether that substance was available, Cheng Su had no idea. She would have to make careful inquiries.
Despite this, such a novel item still sparked quite a reaction. After all, there were many people who loved new things in these times. Poor Cheng Su and her team, after finishing their lunchtime business, had to rush to make shaved ice until it was dark before returning to the courtyard.
But counting the banknotes every evening, Cheng Su felt that her hard work was worth it!
After securing the bundles of money in the drawer, Cheng Su laid on the small bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.
