Chapter 739 Her Ass Is Sweeter Than Ice:>Ep2

• Both buckets were dark wood. Looking inside, Emily could see large ice chunks and rock salt surrounding a shiny metal canister. Across the top of the wooden bucket was a brace and attached to the brace was a metal handle.
• "Ice cream. Good old fashioned hand cranked homemade ice cream," John-John laughed happily as he grabbed the handle of one of the churns. "Mixed everything last night; had the two canisters in the walk-in cooler the whole night."
• "I, you, you're kidding," Emily laughed, delighted.