Old Tiger Zhao sighed, accepting his fate.
'Alright, alright! You greedy traitors!' he thought, patting his belly.
Old Tiger Zhao dragged his feet to the counter like a man heading to his own execution.
"Let me get one ice cream, kid." he grumbled, tossing the crystals down.
Hao took them with a smile, but Old Tiger Zhao's hand lingered as if he could still save them. He finally let go after a few seconds, earning a snicker from Hao, who handed over a hexagonal, engraved token.
Old Tiger Zhao stared at it.
"…"
"Is this the ice cream?"
"…"
Hao face twitched. He pointed across the store.
"See that shiny metal thing over there? That's the one makin' the smell."
"It's the machine that gives you the ice cream."
Old Tiger Zhao's eyes widened. So that's where the heavenly scent was coming from.
That weird, glowing metal beast…
"But first, put the token into the little box beside it." Hao added, pointing at the cone dispenser.
