Zihan took a glass cup for Zhao Wenqing and Liu Shengqiang, and then poured half a cup of winter pear juice in each of the two cups.

Without licorice and Chuanbei, the color of the winter pear juice is pale yellow, which is very beautiful.

Liu Shengqiang, who was anxious, took a big sip of the cup, and then his eyebrows and eyes wrinkled.

"It's so delicious, it's just too sour."

Zhao Wenqing raised his eyes and looked at Liu Shengqiang, who was smashing his mouth, and slowly picked up the cup and took a sip.

"How can I drink sweet, it's because you drank too much in one go!"

Looking at Zhao Wenqing, who suddenly became calm after having Liu Shengqiang, the corners of Zihan's mouth unconsciously curved.

"Wen Qing is right, it's strange that your way of drinking cow can be delicious, but when the winter pears are ripe, they won't be so sour."

"Zihan, is this really made of winter pears?"

Zhao Wenqing took another sip and tasted it carefully, his eyes lit up instantly.

It's true that I ate a green winter pear yesterday, but it's so creamy and sweet in the mouth (automatically ignoring the sourness).

"Yes, it's the taste of winter pear, but it's much better."

Liu Shengqiang, who took a small sip cautiously, rushed in front of Zihan and gave the answer.

Zihan smiled and nodded, "You say, if I take out this juice and sell it, will anyone buy it?" ”

"Zihan, I don't think there will be many people buying it in the village, but we can go to the power plant and sell it." Zhao Wenqing replied thoughtfully.

"Zihan, I think it would be nice if it was sweeter." Liu Shengqiang, who took a sip again, added.

"That's not easy, just add some sugar, but how do we get this winter pear juice to the power plant, and how do we sell it to others, we can't let them bring their own cups!"

Sweetened? Zihan suddenly realized that when she boiled winter pear paste for her grandfather last night, she didn't dare to add sugar for fear of affecting the medicinal effect, and she didn't think of this stubble when she boiled winter pear juice later.

Zhao Wenqing's words also reminded Zihan that she could temporarily use the Baicao Garden for the storage of winter pear juice, and she could only take out the amount sold every day, but how to sell it according to the amount was indeed a problem.

"It would be nice if it could be like a popsicle, so we could put it in a small wooden box and cover it with a cotton quilt."

Popsicles? Although I don't understand what the small wooden box and small quilt in Liu Shengqiang's mouth are, she ate popsicles when she was young.

Feeling Zihan's questioning eyes, Zhao Wenqing hurriedly explained.

"Zihan, you forgot, the kind of popsicle sold by the little brother pushing the bicycle at the gate of our school costs five cents each, and a dime if it's better."

I only cared about recalling the happy feeling I felt when I first ate a popsicle when I was a child in my previous life, and I forgot to dig up Xiao Zihan's memory.

"Remember, the popsicle is very simple, and the five-cent one should only be frozen from white sugar water and brown sugar water, and a dime with a little watermelon juice."

After carefully recalling the taste of popsicles, Zihan had an idea.

Thinking about not being able to get the freezing equipment in the Baicao Garden in the real world, Zihan could only sigh in his heart.

If you really want to make popsicles, the equipment for freezing popsicles is a must.

Also, you can't just make winter pear flavors.

"Do you know, in addition to this winter pear, are there any other fruits in Baichuan Village at this time?"

"Apricots and peaches should be running out by now! Is green apples okay? ”