Tang Huan followed him and looked at the fire in front of the old man curiously.
What's this for? Warming up by the fire?
"You're taking advantage of me, aren't you?" The old man smiled and took the cigarette, his eyes falling on Tang Huan, "Your wife?"
Meng Zeyan took a small stool from the old man's side and placed it behind Tang Huan, and replied with a smile: "My love."
Tang Huan sat down and called out with a smile, "Uncle."
"Well, you have good taste, girl." The uncle smiled and responded to the compliment, "I've known for a long time that this brat is no ordinary person."
Tang Huan looked at Meng Zeyan with a smile, nodded in agreement, and joked, "She is indeed good-looking."
“Hahahaha…” The old man was amused and said to Meng Zeyan, “This girl is not bad either.”
Meng Zeyan nodded, took a small stool and sat down, chatting with the old man.
Meng Zeyan met the old man when he was hanging out with a few childhood friends. At that time, he would not listen to anyone and was always making trouble and fighting.
For some unknown reason, they had a fight with the old man's grandson, and the old man chased them for two miles with a fire poker.
After being chased away, they were not very good either. When they heard that the old man was doing this, they wanted to clean up his stall.
As a result, the old man beat them again with a stick, and then gave them some popcorn to appease them.
Later I found out that the old man was very powerful. He was a retired veteran and his ancestors came from a family of martial arts.
While they were chatting, Tang Huan stared at the black thing. What was the purpose of it spinning all the time?
It was almost time, the old man stood up with the pot and walked to the weaving basket on the side.
That woven basket is big and long.
Tang Huan watched the old man put the black, round object on the ground, then stepped on it hard with his foot...
With a bang.
She was startled.
That round thing exploded...
After frying, a scent of corn wafts out...
Tang Huan turned to look at Meng Zeyan. He stood up and walked to the woven basket. He reached in and grabbed a handful of fabric and walked towards her.
He held out his hand to her and she took it.
Something that looked like popcorn but seemed different fell into her palm.
Tang Huan held the two and put them in his mouth. They were crispy and lightly sweet. Delicious!
The old man was dissatisfied with Meng Zeyan, so he grabbed a handful for his girlfriend, and then took a small basket the size of a bamboo bowl and filled it with a lot for Tang Huan and handed it to her.
"There's nothing else delicious, just this, don't be disgusted."
Taking the small basket, Tang Huan smiled and shook his head, "It's delicious. It's the best popcorn I've ever had."
She used to eat nothing.
The shape of the popcorn seemed to be different from the popcorn sold in movie theaters in later generations, but she found it delicious.
Meng Zeyan helped the old man put the popcorn from the woven basket into the sack next to him, filling half a sack.
After frying the whole pot, the old man poured the corn that Meng Zeyan brought into the pot, then added a little saccharin, and continued to cook it on the fire.
This time Tang Huan knew that this was for making popcorn.
Looking at the half sack of popcorn, Tang Huan secretly felt lucky that they had taken less corn. How long would it take to finish this half sack?
Almost twenty minutes later, their pot of popcorn was ready, and the old man went through the same process again.
As the explosion sounded, Tang Huan's popcorn came out of the oven.
Then she watched with her own eyes as the corn at the bottom of the sack turned into half a sack of popcorn...
How many movies is that enough for?
When can we finish eating?
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