"You...you really came...to sell drinks?" The old man was stunned for a few seconds before hurriedly opening the door and walking out.

When he saw the stall already set up, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Goodness, this girl is daring; she acts on her impulses and is even more courageous than some boys.

"Grandpa, here's a bag for you to drink. I've put ice in it." Lin Ziyan ignored his conflicted look and handed him a bag first.

The old man came to his senses and found himself holding a bulging bag in his hand, which was ice-cold.

He took a sip of his drink, feeling a refreshing coolness that soothed his soul.

The irritation I felt from the heat vanished instantly.

Looking at his expression, Lin Ziyan knew that she had successfully made her promise at the dock.

"Young lady, how much is a bag? I'll pay you!"

The old man, his face full of wrinkles, asked with a smile.

He saw the price of the sign, took 50 cents out of his pocket, and put it on the table.

"Sir, it's on me, no need for money..." Lin Ziyan declined.

The old man's expression changed, and he said seriously, "How can you do business by giving things away before you even open for business?"

"Just consider me my first customer."

Lin Ziyan, "..."

The old man walked around her stall, nodding repeatedly.

Young people have ideas; even selling a beverage is something to be admired.

"Boss, do you really add ice to your lemon tea?"

Before the old man could say anything, a young man, covered in sweat, ran up to the stall and asked anxiously.

"That's right, it's written on the sign, I'm not lying."

Lin Ziyan pointed to the sign, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

Without saying a word, the young man took out a dollar and put it on the table. "I want two bags, with ice."