"Chris, you've sweated a lot. Want some ice cream?"
I had just finished exercising, sitting in the shade under the treehouse, when Cindy quickly approached, wiping the sweat off me while handing me an ice cream.
After returning from the underground, I fulfilled my promise. With days of experimenting with saltpeter, we finally made ice cream. Although the island lacked many things, there was no shortage of various fruits.
Cindy, the chef, quickly surpassed us and made various fruit ice creams that tasted fantastic.
Iris had never eaten such a thing before. When she took the first bite, her cute big eyes sparkled like two little stars. That night, despite our dissuasion, she ate seven or eight ice creams and suffered from acute pain in her stomach for the rest of the day.
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