But at this moment, seeing Han Mocheng holding a plastic bag with at least three popsicles, one in each hand, already enjoying the freedom of popsicles, everyone still habitually swallowed their saliva.
"Damn! These few popsicles aren't enough to share, you guys eat first, I'll go get more!"
After Han Mocheng approached, he glanced at everyone, put down the plastic bag in his left hand, and turned to stride towards the distant cold drink stall.
Liu Zi looked at the three popsicles handed over, his small eyes pitifully looking at Zhang Yang.
"Boss, let's just have one popsicle to cool off, it should be fine, right? We do have them often!"
Hearing Liu Zi's nearly humble inquiry, Zhang Yang also softened a bit.
Avoiding cold foods is a consensus reached by the team for competitions, not an absolute requirement. It's ultimately an accumulation of experience, but emotionally, this understanding does feel a bit harsh on everyone.
