Chapter 202 She, Hometown Specialty Zombie
Jiang Wunian shook his head: "I've had enough sleep."

It only takes a short while for deep sleep to relieve fatigue.

This is the reason why it can be turned on for a whole day after charging for 5 minutes.

The deer held his chin in shock: "Aren't you a poor sleeper?"

"With my second sister here, I feel at ease." Jiang Wunian scratched her head in embarrassment. Although the place was noisy and chaotic, she was sure that she had an absolute sense of security around her, and she naturally relaxed a tight string.

A bowl of tea bottomed out, and there was still a small layer of light-colored water and a few pieces of tea leaves. Lu Jingzhi stared at the spinning tea leaves without blinking, "Milk tea..."

Jiang Wunian pursed her lips and smiled: "When I get home, I'll make milk tea for my second sister."

Lu Jingzhi nodded: "Is milk tea black tea boiled with milk?"

Yes or no.

Jiang Wunian has a lot of theoretical knowledge, but looking at the absent-minded appearance of the second sister, she said that she also went in the left ear and out the right ear.

She wants to drink milk tea, but not to make milk tea.

"Well, the basic model looks like this." Jiang Wunian said, "Big sister and I mentioned that if you open a dessert shop, you can sell milk tea in addition to unique desserts, but the weather is a bit hot now. After a while, It's just in time for autumn."

Lu Jingzhi: "What are you waiting for in autumn? It's also very refreshing to drink with ice in summer."

After knowing that Jiang Tanyue was not from the same era, Lu Jingzhi asked Jiang Wunian.

It is concluded that she and her younger sister are definitely not from the same era, but it is not certain whether the older sister and younger sister are from the same era.

Probably the same old home.

It could also be a parallel world.

There is no particularly obvious distinction.

Unlike her, the hometown specialty zombie, one word is enough to distinguish them from the two.

But obviously, this is not a dynasty in the history of any of them.

According to the limited knowledge imparted by her history teacher, the Tang Dynasty in history had ice drinks, or the predecessor of ice cream.

Of course, hearing something like "ice" is definitely not something that small households can have.

There may be rich families in the county with ice cellars, but in the town it is really mysterious.

The ice in the ice cellar is cut out from the river in winter and transported to the ice cellar, covered with a series of things, such as straw mats and leaves, to keep warm, and then the door of the ice cellar is closed, so that fresh ice can be eaten next summer.

Human, material and financial resources are indispensable.

"It's not impossible." Jiang Wunian was someone who was easily persuaded.

Especially Lu Jingzhi was still thinking about it, strawberry milkshake fried yogurt and fruit in a cone...

The style of painting gradually deviates.

The store they bought decided to sell desserts.

One is because Jiang Wunian is good at making many novel desserts that are not available in this era.

The second is because the taste of "sweetness" can be said to be the most desirable and pursued taste by ancient people.

"If we want to make ice, we need to get an ice cellar?"

Under Jiang Wunian's small voice, Lu Jingzhi pondered, "Does this mean that the money is not enough?"

No money.

Make money.

Suddenly there was a chuckle.

The voice was not loud, but at the same time, there was a scorching gaze on her, as keen as a deer frightening branch, it was difficult to ignore it.

Lu Jingzhi glanced up lazily, then rested his chin and continued to stare at the pastries on the table in a daze.

She was thinking about making money.

Or go back to the old job, hunting?

"why are you laughing?"

A throaty voice sounded not far away.

Another voice responded, "Two little girls are talking about business. It looks like fun."

(End of this chapter)

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