The things that Liu Xiaoying helped prepare didn't seem to be much, but the amount was still a little. One bucket of sour plum soup, two buckets of water, some cups. Fortunately, the road to the station was not far, and the two of them didn't have to make much effort to get to the station. Although Zhang City has a city in its name, this city is only a prefecture-level city. For so many years, there were no trains, no planes, and only one road to the outside world.

Therefore, the long-distance station is a relatively prosperous place for Zhangshi, and every day people come to Zhangshi from afar, and there will be people running from Zhangshi to the ideal city. In a word, a long-distance station is a great place to make money. Of course, it's impossible to go into the waiting room with so many things.

"Shuangshuang, let's put it under that big tree." Yue Li looked at it and felt that the big tree on the side of the road was good. The canopy is large, and there are many places to enjoy the shade. Lin Shuang also felt that the place was okay, and people had to pass by the big trees when they came in and out. So the two stopped the tricycle.

When the bucket was placed down, Lin Shuang was surprised to find that Liu Xiaoying had actually prepared a folding board table for them. Lin Shuang was still struggling just now, whether the bucket containing the sour plum soup should be placed directly on the ground, or should it be placed in the tricycle. Now, don't worry about it, open the folding table three times and two times, and put the bucket of sour plum soup on it.

Before leaving, Lin Shuang helped Liu Xiaoying put all the ice cubes into the sour plum soup. At this time, the ice has not yet been fully dissolved, half sinking and half floating in the brown sour plum soup, this ice cube looks exceptionally crystal clear, making people want to drink three bowls when they see it. Yue Li helped to tidy things up, while Lin Shuang carefully took a few cups of sour plum soup out of the bucket containing sour plum soup.

The glass cup was no more than the height of a palm, and Lin Shuang beat the sour plum soup to the fullest, and then covered the mouth of the cup with a small square glass slice. In this way, the dust on the road will blow into the cup, and you will have a bad stomach when you drink it. Three cups of sour plum soup in a row, Lin Shuang played three rows at once.

Yue Li put everything in order, sat beside Lin Shuang, and watched the pedestrians walk around, but no one came to buy sour plum soup to drink. I couldn't help but beat a little drum in my heart: "Shuangshuang, do you talk about this business?" "It's been almost an hour since I set up the stall, but I haven't paid a dime.

"You must have done it, you see so many people coming and going, how can there be no business?" Lin Shuang had already thought about it, and when he went back in a while, he began to boil tea eggs and boiled spiced dried tofu. It's just that this seasoning has to ask Liu Xiaoying for help. "By the way, we're going to shout."

"How do you shout?" Yue Li had never done these things, so naturally she was not as experienced as Lin Shuang.

"Look at me!" Lin Shuang cleared his throat. Then he began to shout: "Sour plum soup." It's a delicious and heat-relieving sour plum soup. Two cents a cup. It tastes better on the rocks! Lin Shuang shouted a few times, and sure enough, a few people surrounded him.

"Little girl, your sour plum soup is authentic." A shrewd-looking young woman asked.

"Sister rest assured, my sour plum soup is full of ingredients. Black plum, dried hawthorn, tangerine peel 1, licorice, and old rock sugar, the ingredients are all bought in the pharmacy. My mom started cooking it early in the morning, and the taste shouldn't be too good! As he spoke, Lin Shuang took another teacup and scooped a little bit out of the bucket of sour plum soup for the young woman to taste.

The color of the sour plum soup is dark red, because a lot of ice cubes are poured into it, so even if the current sour plum soup is only a little poured into the cup, you can still feel the coolness in the palm of your hand. The young woman took a small sip and tasted the taste, then happily drained the rest of the sour plum soup.

"Sister, help me get a cup of sour plum soup. Delicious! The young woman happily asked for a drink. Although it was only June, the weather this year was indescribably hot. When I drank the sour plum soup just now, I only felt a chill that went straight from my mouth to my stomach. That feeling can't be expressed in just one cool word!