"Zhiqing, why are you here?" Chen Mo looked up and said.
"I just asked someone to fetch a block of ice from the ice cellar and made some honey shaved ice. It's nice and cool for relieving the summer heat. Husband, you should try it." Xia Zhiqing walked over, placed the food box on the desk in front of Chen Mo, and opened it, releasing a cold mist.
The so-called honey shaved ice is basically crushed ice with honey poured on top and some toppings like red bean paste.
And this thing wasn't invented by Chen Mo; it's something that already existed in this world.
Moreover, there are not just shaved ice, but also ice pops, although the taste is quite mediocre.
"Zhiqing, why don't you feed me? I happen to have something to discuss with you." Chen Mo took Xia Zhiqing's hand and pulled her into his arms, both sitting on the same chair.
