Zhengyangmen: Don’t date Su Meng

In the blink of an eye, the popcorn furnace was firmly placed above the flame, roasting at 360 degrees.

Just five minutes later, as everyone watched with their ears covered nervously, a large bag of popcorn appeared freshly baked as if by magic.

Perhaps because a little more sugar was added, the sweet aroma in the air at this moment was stronger and richer than the aroma of the popcorn just out of the oven.

The original large basin of corn turned into three large basins of popcorn!

The four children danced with excitement, holding the basins and ran home happily. After saying goodbye to the others, Han Chunming followed them closely and returned home.

Because Mr. Guan has never had any interest in sweets, and as he is old, the doctor also recommends that he eat less sugar, so popcorn was naturally not sent to the Guan family.

"Look at you, you always get so excited that you make so much popcorn. How can you ever finish it?"

When Han's mother saw her son return, she immediately started nagging him, accusing him of squandering money.

"It's okay. We have a large family, so we can just add some snacks. Besides, if we can't finish them, we can leave them to my eldest and second sisters. They will be back with their children on the second day of the New Year anyway, and I'm afraid there won't be enough for them by then."

Han Chunming made a convincing argument while deftly picking up a small bowl, filling it with some popcorn, and gently placing it in front of Guan Xiaoguan, motioning her to try it first.

"There's no need to buy so much. They'll get damp in two days." Han's mother frowned, her face full of heartache.

It's not that she didn't want the children to eat popcorn, but she complained to Han Chunming for buying so much at one time.

But Han's mother forgot that she was the one who brought the corn to the children...

Guan Xiaoguan smiled when he heard that, reached out and randomly grabbed two and put them in his mouth.

The popcorn just out of the pot is still warm. When your teeth touch it, you can seem to feel the wonderful feeling of the corn kernels popping in your mouth. In an instant, the rich sweet taste rushes to the tip of your tongue like a tide and quickly fills your entire mouth.

"Well, it's delicious!" Guan Xiaoguan nodded with satisfaction, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

Seeing this, Han Chunming, who was standing by, couldn't help but pick up two grains and put them in his mouth to chew. Sure enough, the texture and taste of this popcorn were amazing.

As he savored the delicious food, he nodded and praised, "Right, I just tried two, and they really tasted good." Then he turned to look at Han's mother, trying to persuade her, "Mom, it's winter now, and the temperature is so low, how can it be so easy to get damp? If you are really worried, you can put them in a bag and seal it later, so you don't have to worry about getting damp."

Although what Han Chunming said seemed to make some sense, Han's mother still did not change her mind easily.

She frowned, glared at her son fiercely, and began to scold him incessantly.

Han Chunming could only lower his head helplessly and listen to his mother's nagging silently.

After a long while, Han's mother seemed to have finally vented her dissatisfaction. She turned around and asked her two daughters-in-law to go to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

As for Guan Xiaoguan, there is no need for him to help at all.

In Han's mother's opinion, one must never let oneself be idle during festivals, even if it is just to do some trivial things, otherwise one might develop a lazy habit in the coming year.

Therefore, she really has no patience for those guys who just sit together and leisurely eat popcorn and do nothing, especially Han Chunming, the leader!

"You, go pick up the old man; you guys come peel the garlic: you..."

After a few words, everyone sitting there received the tasks assigned by Han's mother and started working, fearing that they would be scolded again later.

This is still good, because today is New Year's Eve. The old people say that on this day you cannot swear, curse, or do many bad things. You have to be polite and use honorifics, so that the coming year can be harmonious and happy for the family.

Otherwise, with Han's mother at full fire, the whole family would tremble.

Han Chunming obeyed the instructions and went straight to Guan's house.

The old man is obviously ready to go to the Han family to celebrate the New Year today. He is now wearing new clothes, listening to the radio, and drinking tea to relieve his boredom.