Years of Practice

There were still many people who had the time to come and eat ice at this time.

Now, Wufu and Xue Dagui had already sold eight small wooden boxes, which meant 400 popsicles had been sold. There were only four hours left, which was the best time to sell popsicles. How many popsicles would they sell then?

When Wufu, Xue Dagui, and the others finally squeezed through the crowd, Sifu noticed them and immediately smiled. "Wufu, you've sold them out so quickly?"

"Wait, wait, let me drink some water first." Xue Wufu put down the two small wooden boxes he was carrying and used a ladle to scoop water from the bucket. He poured it into a large bowl and then raised his head to drink water.

He was dying of thirst. Xue Dagui and the other two popsicle sellers did the same, each pouring themselves a large bowl of water.

They were all extremely thirsty.