After dealing with this mess, I’m going to close up shop.

Meng Zeyan helped pack up the things, and Tang Huan stood by waiting with half a sack of popcorn.

After the old man left, Meng Zeyan came over and put the popcorn in the car. "I'll put some in a paper bag for you later. Eat it when you get to the cinema."

Fortunately, I didn’t have to carry a sack.

It was delicious, but Tang Huan still thought, "Did they put too much popcorn?"

After closing the door for her, Meng Zeyan walked around to the other side and got in. After sitting down, he answered her, "Not much. The New Year is coming soon, and relatives at home need to eat too."

As long as you tie the pocket tightly, the crispy taste can be maintained for a long time.

Tang Huan nodded. It seemed that there were quite a few relatives at home, so if he was to entertain guests, he would indeed need this many.

"Hasn't your family ever made popcorn before?" Meng Zeyan suddenly asked while driving.

Tang Huan was stunned. She only remembered bits and pieces of her original body's memories. She could recall the more profound memories when she met relevant people, but she couldn't remember the more daily memories at all.

I subconsciously answered: "No, it's the first time I've seen it."

After I finished answering, I immediately felt that my answer was wrong. I said before that I wanted to eat it, but now I say I have never seen it. Isn’t that contradictory?

He quickly added, "When I was little, my mother would bring some home from my grandmother's house for us to eat."

Meng Zeyan turned his head to look at her and said softly, "If you want to eat in the future, I'll take you there."

"Yeah." Tang Huan's voice was a little dry, his heart beating wildly. He was just asking casually, right?

The car was parked in the open space next to the cinema. When Meng Zeyan went to buy soda, he asked the stall owner for a newspaper.

Tang Huan held two bottles of soda and watched him skillfully fold a piece of newspaper into a paper bag.

After folding the paper bag, grab a few handfuls of popcorn from the sack and put them in.

He is really versatile. After watching it once, Tang Huan only remembered how to fold the first few times, and didn't understand the rest.

He took the soda back from her and put the paper bag in her hand.

Seeing Tang Huan's curiosity, Meng Zeyan took her left hand and walked forward, "I'll teach you when I have time."

"good."

Tang Huan held popcorn in one hand and followed him into the cinema.

They arrived just in time as there were five minutes left before a movie called "Postal Love" started and tickets were being checked.

What's left now are the tickets for the back row of movies. The tickets they bought are for the second to last row, in the middle.

There are quite a lot of couples holding hands, probably out on a date.

Meng Zeyan took her by the hand and found a seat to sit down, and then they separated.

Remembering the gift he gave her at the cinema last time, Tang Huan leaned over and asked him, "Was the bracelet you gave me last time very expensive?"

Meng Zeyan also leaned over and replied to her: "It's not expensive. I picked up the raw materials and asked someone to make it."

Picked it up? Picked up a red agate?

Looking at him enviously, Tang Huan's face puffed up, "What kind of luck do you have!"

"When I was on a mission, I thought that stone looked nice, so I took it back with me." Meng Zeyan raised his hand and poked her little face, "There's another one. If you like it, I'll give it to you next time."

Tang Huan was curious: "Is it also red?"

"No, it's green." Her little face was very smooth, but not chubby enough.

Seeing that he had no idea of ​​its value, Tang Huan raised his hands to cover his face, then leaned closer and whispered, "Is that kind of stone really valuable?"

Agate is not as valuable in later generations, but it was valuable before.

She covered her face so Meng Zeyan couldn't touch her little face, so he had to withdraw his hand and put his head close to hers. "It's okay, it's not expensive."

When he was looking for someone to make it, the craftsman told him the value and asked him if he would sell it, but he refused.