At this moment, everyone was sitting in the main hall of the mansion. They were eating ice cream, ice popsicles, iced sour plum, and frozen fruits.
There were grapes, strawberries, watermelons, and so on.
There were also a few basins of ice in the hall, which eased the heat.
Considering that Xue Tiancheng was not very healthy, Liu Guixia, who was hugging her grandson, took out an iced sour plum and gave it to him. It was too cold, and she did not want him to hold on to it for too long.
Before Xue Tiancheng could say anything, Xue Shi, who always had something up his sleeve, came over with a popsicle in his mouth. He said, "Grandma, Tiancheng's health has improved. As long as he doesn't eat too much, he can still eat very cold food."
"Really?" Liu Guixia was pleasantly surprised.