The two rode off together. Da Qiang said, "I'll go to a more distant spot; you stay nearby."
Wang Zizhen nodded seriously. She soon arrived at the cinema entrance on her bike. At this hour, there were plenty of vendors. There were those selling roasted sweet potatoes, and surprisingly, popcorn was a unique offering.
Wang Zizhen had two types: one made from rice and one from corn, both packed into large plastic bags. She had newspaper bags ready to fill upon request. She found a spot, stood firm, and as people passed by, she stepped forward: "Popcorn, popcorn here~"
"Madam, how much is the popcorn?"
Wang Zizhen: "Fifty cents a bag."
She jiggled the large bag, saying, "I'll fill it up to the brim for you."
"Oh, that's too expensive. Never mind, never mind." The girl immediately spoke up: "That's way too expensive."
