☆ 11. Chapter 11
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11 Midsummer is a cold drink of watermelon, barbecue beer, and fan air conditioners in modern times, while in ancient times, when supplies were relatively scarce, the midsummer here could only be survived by wearing cool clothes or holding a fan.
Although Daliang is rich in products, and Huaishui City, which is located at the north-south transportation hub, should also be abundant, ice cubes, which are luxury goods in summer, are still rare.
Jian Shi'an was naturally stained with the light of the original owner. The ice cellar renovated by the original main is really impermeable to wind and rain, located in the shade of a simple house, and even the sun's greatest sunlight cannot shine into it on weekdays.
Most of the ice cellar is hidden underground, and the only way to enter it is through a tightly closed iron gate.
Jian Shi'an was dressed in cotton clothes, and the sweat droplets on his forehead were faintly rising, and Lu Qinghan, who was waiting on the side, hurriedly raised a handkerchief to wipe away the sweat for him.
The cellar is shady, and the weather is very hot today, and this cold and hot collide with each other, and it is easy for people to get caught in the cold.
Of course, Lu Qinghan remembered that this person came after "Jian Shi'an" was in a coma, so he naturally paid more attention to the factors that could cause the wind chill of this body again.
Since Lu Qinghan bluntly said the difference between Jian Shi'an, the relationship between the two seems to have become more intimate.
The most obvious feeling is Lu Qinghan.
If it is said that Jian Shi'an in the past was careful to hide his differences, then the current Jian Shi'an is showing his differences within a range that he can bear.
Lu Qinghan thought that this was a good thing.
His problem with "Jian Shi'an" can be said to have disappeared with the departure of that person, and he cannot and will not blame one person's fault on another unrelated person.
As for the current Jian Shi'an...
Lu Qinghan watched the other party neatly stack the ice cubes into the belly of the car, and he didn't avoid his own wiping just now, which showed that the other party didn't take him seriously.
"It's cold, it's hot, and we're going to have to think differently.
Jian Shi'an didn't know that Lu Qinghan had thought so much in the blink of an eye, so he put the car in the shade and led the other party to the kitchen. With a desk, he told his feelings during this time.
"In the past, I sold fried skewers because I had too many fruits and vegetables in stock, so I had to rely on a way to sell them. Now that our inventory is still under control, we need to think about how we can use what we have to motivate people to buy. "
He's saying something he doesn't understand again.
Lu Qinghan clearly felt that when the other party said these words, there seemed to be a glimmer of light bursting out in those black eyes.
To be honest, such a Jian Shi'an particularly attracted his attention.
But in order to enter Jian Shi'an's life, in order not to be left behind by Jian Shi'an, he had to be patient.
"Shi An, I don't understand a little bit here. Lu Qinghan bit his lip, he was not afraid that Jian Shi'an would laugh at his stupidity, he was only afraid that Jian Shi'an would turn him away.
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