A loud BANG echoed in her ears. The air filled with the scent of popcorn, and if you sniffed carefully, you could even detect the faint sweetness of saccharin.
The two scents blended perfectly, carried by the heat of the blast and spreading all around.
At the sound of the BANG, the children cheered and jumped for joy, without a trace of fear.
A little boy with a runny nose came forward, gleefully holding open a white flour sack to collect his share of the hot, steaming popcorn.
"Aah—ooh ooh—haha!"
"So hot, so hot!"
The little boy eagerly grabbed a few pieces of popcorn and shoved them into his mouth. They were scalding, but he couldn't bear to spit them out.
The simple act of making popcorn brought so much life to the village.
An Ning found herself liking this kind of life more and more.
"Sis—it's our turn!"
An Guoping was a big kid himself, and while he stood out among the crowd of children, he didn't mind at all.
