...
In the parking lot downstairs.
Margaret and Emily stood downstairs with ice cream. Emily looked up at the towering building in front of her.
She swayed, almost fell. She blinked her eyes and shook her head.
She had eaten more than half of the strawberry ice cream in her hand, and now that the weather was getting hotter, the ice cream would soon melt.
"Margaret, is this where my mother and that uncle live?"
Margaret took a bite of the ice cream and heard Emily say in surprise, "Margaret, why did you eat the ice cream I bought for my mother?"
Margaret lowered her head and patted Emily's head, saying, "I just try it for your mother."
"But my mother said that the food bitten by others is unhygienic and can't be eaten anymore."
Margaret nodded in agreement and said, "Your mother is right. I should finish this ice cream. Otherwise, it can only be thrown into the trash can. Does your mother tell you that we shouldn't waste food?"
