"I just heard you guys talking about snacks? What's going on? Why don't I have any?"
[Fuck, this is weird. The old man is in a good mood today and came over again. Didn’t he say he would come back in two days?]
[And didn't we give our ancestors modern snacks during our first transaction? Why are you asking about snacks only now?]
Qin Shi Huang raised his eyebrows slightly, digesting Zhang Yuan's inner thoughts.
Gave him snacks on the first transaction?
After a moment of thought, he remembered the colorful bags that Zhang Yuan had stuffed into his hands as a gift that day.
Aren’t those just snacks?
The First Emperor thought about it carefully and realized that he really had no idea how to deal with those things.
It seems like I ate it but it also seems like I didn’t.
So did he eat it or not?
This memory...
Why....
He didn't hesitate any longer and directly turned the blame to Zhang Yuan, his eagle eyes waiting for Zhang Yuan's reply seriously.
"Grandpa, how come you have time to come here today? Come and sit down, come and sit down."
The First Emperor looked at Zhang Yuan with amusement, this kid.
"Well, now tell me, why don't I have those snacks?"
Zhang Yuan spread his hands, feeling particularly aggrieved: "Grandpa, please don't make a fuss. I stuffed some into your pocket when we first traded, you must not have noticed."
"And I'll be pretending for you every time we trade from now on. Are you ignoring my existence?"
Qin Shi Huang: ....
have...
Is there?
Um.
It seems that there is...
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