Lin Guihua quickly gave her son some cooled boiled water to quench his thirst. Liu Yihang drank almost half a bottle of water in one go before he felt a little better.

On the street, there were teenagers selling popsicles from styrofoam boxes.

Liu Xiangdong quickly took out a dime to buy one for his son.

"Hanghang, eat quickly, it'll melt in a minute."

Liu Yihang took a satisfying bite of the sweet popsicle, feeling comfortable from the inside out.

"Dad, have a bite too." Liu Yihang insisted that his father have a bite, and his father, unable to refuse his son, took a small bite.

Liu Yihang then handed it to Lin Guihua, who also only took a small bite.

All three felt a bittersweet feeling.

At this time, the food street was gradually becoming more crowded.

In summer, most people go out shopping at night when it's not so hot.

There are several large shopping malls and commercial streets nearby. When people get tired of shopping, they come to the food street to eat and rest.

Setting up a stall in the food street requires paying a stall fee to the management staff.

The booth fee varies depending on the location.

A good spot costs two or even three yuan per time.

It costs one yuan per visit at a regular stall.

They arrived late; all the good spots had been reserved, and only regular stalls were left.

Liu Yihang obediently paid the one yuan stall fee, received a slip of paper, and went inside to set up his stall.

The three of them chose a relatively decent ordinary stall and stopped to set up their barbecue stall.

As Liu Yihang walked along, he observed that the street sold dumplings, noodles, hot and sour noodles, fried rice, preserved vegetable and braised pork pancakes, fresh juice, stir-fries, fried skewers, cold noodles, hand-pulled pancakes, etc., but there was not a single barbecue stall.

Hopefully business will be good.

The group continued with their usual roles: Liu Yihang was the head chef, lighting the charcoal fire and grilling the food.

Lin Guihua was responsible for greeting customers, recording their orders, and collecting money.

Liu Xiangdong was in charge of tidying up the tables and chairs, assisting Liu Yihang. He was quick-witted and did whatever was needed.

To help customers order, Liu Yihang found a piece of cardboard, wrote down the prices of various skewers, and hung it in a prominent position.

There are also two specially made signs pasted on both sides of the tricycle.

The words written in beautiful font above read: "Life is not just about poetry and distant places, but also about barbecue and beer."

"Don't wait until autumn to enjoy your summer barbecue."

It looks quite interesting; along the way, many people smiled as they looked at the two signs.

Last night, Fangda provided beer, and the group enjoyed it with barbecue.

So Liu Yihang also bought a few cases of beer wholesale, and brought two cases over today to help sell them.

This time, Liu Xiangdong and Lin Guihua never questioned the price he set, because Liu Yihang had already shown them with facts that he was right.

Just like when he first started selling fried rice, Liu Yihang's stall remained empty for quite some time.

When faced with something new and exciting, people will naturally adopt a wait-and-see attitude at first.

He had a sudden inspiration: why not make some for himself first? Once the aroma wafts out, he's sure many people will come drawn by the fragrance.

Last night, when they were having a barbecue and chatting, Liu Yihang noticed that although the neighbors next door didn't come out to talk to them, they opened their windows to watch.

He couldn't believe that such delicious grilled skewers wouldn't sell.

Liu Yihang took a small handful of pork belly and some vegetables and started grilling.

When the special barbecue seasoning comes into contact with the pork belly, the aroma that is instantly released fills the streets.

What does it taste like?

"It smells so good!"

"Grilled skewers?"

"Let's go take a look."