After saying that, he took a bite of the ice cream in his hand.
The wonderfully melt-in-your-mouth texture instantly captivated him.
His pupils dilated, and he exclaimed with delight, "Wow! It's so refreshing! My mouth is filled with the rich, refreshing aroma of mango, and it's so smooth and crunchy. It's even more cooling than drinking several large glasses of cold water."
Then, he asked Zhao Er, who was enjoying his meal, with curiosity, "What flavor is yours?"
Zhao Er looked up, glanced at him, and said with a hint of disdain, "Are you blind? Can't you see that its shape is similar to a bunch of grapes?"
Zhao Wu nodded. "It does look very similar."
Zhao Er's face showed a satisfied expression. "Mine is grape slush ice cream. Besides the sweet taste of grapes, you can also taste the milky flavor. The texture is very delicate, it's simply delicious."
However, while eating his own ice cream, Zhao Wu started eyeing other people's ice cream. "Zhao Er, can I have a bite of the ice cream in your hand? To be fair, I'll give you a bite of mine too."
After saying that, he revealed a sly smile.
And so, the two began to happily share ice cream in order to try different flavors.
Zhao Si watched them from the side, feeling a little envious himself. He glanced at Zhao Yi with a knowing look, the meaning of which couldn't be clearer.
Unfortunately, Zhao Yi refused with obvious disdain, saying, "Get lost!"
Oops!
He then remembered that Zhao Yi was a germaphobe.
Although Zhao Yi also wanted to try other flavors of ice cream, he would never follow Zhao Wu and Zhao Er's trick.
They don't mind the dirt, but he does!
Zhao Yunjin doesn't usually like sweets, but this ice cream unexpectedly suited his taste.
He savored it carefully and found that the matcha slush ice cream was sweet but not cloying, with a rich milky flavor and a subtle tea aroma, making it very refreshing and delicious.
Every bite brought him joy, as if all his fatigue had vanished in that moment.
This ice cream is indeed a great way to beat the heat.
After finishing their ice cream, He Yang and Zhao Yi, along with their six guards, were clearly still not satisfied. They stared longingly at the wooden box, hoping for another one.
At this moment, Zhao Yi and the other six finally understood what was inside these large wooden boxes and why they were so heavy.
These are all treasures! They could already imagine the huge success when Yu Zhizhi set up her ice cream stall later.
Yu Zhizhi decided to give them a little treat, "When we climb to the top of the mountain later, each of you will get another ice cream."
Upon hearing this, everyone was overjoyed, some even so happy they were practically dizzy.
Especially these six guards; apart from Zhao Wu, the others were initially reluctant to help. After all, they were people close to the prince, and usually it was others who needed their help.
However, they now think that getting two ice creams for helping carry ice cream is a really worthwhile reward.
In the second half, in order to keep up with Zhao Yunjin's pace, Yu Zhizhi gritted her teeth and persevered without complaining of being tired again.
As for He Yang, he was instantly motivated by his boss's words, "We'll get another ice cream when we reach the top of the mountain!" and dared not slack off in the slightest.
After a grueling half-hour trek, the group finally reached the summit of Mount Putuo.
At this time, the crowd on the mountaintop was bustling and lively, especially near the temple, where the crowd was very dense and many people were queuing up to offer incense.
Under a large tree in front of the temple, which symbolizes the wish for marriage, many young men and women came to kneel and pray for blessings.
Yu Zhizhi chose a shady spot to set up her stall.
Before leaving, Zhao Yunjin suddenly said to Yu Zhizhi, "Could you give me another ice cream?"
Yu Zhizhi was not a stingy person. Since she had already considered Zhao Yunjin a friend, she kindly reminded him: "Ice cream is a cold food, so you shouldn't eat too much. It's best not to eat more than two a day."
Hearing this, Zhao Yunjin felt a surge of warmth in her heart and, unusually, explained, "I wanted to bring one for Master Xuanzhen to taste; he is my master."
Master Xuanzhen was not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also possessed unfathomable magical power. His fame resounded throughout the entire Chu Yun Kingdom and even neighboring countries.
Yu Zhizhi then realized that the Sixth Prince was actually Master Xuanzhen's disciple.
She readily replied, "How about we get him two?"
However, Zhao Yunjin politely declined, saying, "Let's forget it. I'm worried that he might not be able to handle eating two at once."
If Master Xuanzhen knew about this, he would definitely say: "Thank you so much!"
He's still incredibly strong for his age; he could easily eat several ice creams in one go.
To prevent the ice cream from melting, the six guards, after receiving a nod of approval from their master, began to eat it as they walked.
This scene was quite unique; the unusual sight of six handsome men eating ice cream immediately attracted the attention of those around them.
The young women, in particular, stared wide-eyed at the ice cream in the guards' hands, their eyes filled with longing and curiosity.
Not only that, but many little kids were also attracted by these colorful ice creams and almost drooled.
Fang Rangrang, the youngest daughter of the Minister of Rites, couldn't help but swallow a few more times.
She had already seen these older boys eating ice cream when she was halfway up the mountain, and she couldn't wait to run over and try some.
Unfortunately, my grandfather stopped me, saying that I shouldn't bother others.
Her grandfather was clearly afraid that she might accidentally offend the aloof sixth prince.
Fang Rangrang thought his worries were a bit unnecessary; she was just a little baby.
What bad intentions could they possibly have?
Besides, she's so sweet and adorable, who could bear to refuse her?
So she pointed to the ice cream in the guards' hands and said in a coquettish tone, "Grandfather, I really want to eat the food they're holding. Let's go find that lady!"
Fang Zheng knew his granddaughter's temperament. Seeing that more and more people were going to the temple to burn incense, he had no choice but to make a suggestion to her: "My dear granddaughter, how about we go burn incense and pray for blessings first, and then go buy it after we finish burning incense, okay?"
Fang Rangrang took her grandfather's hand and gently shook it, pleading again, "No, if they sell out, I won't be able to eat any. Grandfather, you love me the most, please, please say yes!"
Looking at his granddaughter's adorable and expectant eyes, Grandpa Fang's heart softened instantly, and he nodded helplessly, "Alright, alright, let's go buy it now."
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