"Sister An Ning, do you still have saccharin?"

A little boy was a little embarrassed, but he still ran over to ask.

As soon as he finished asking, there were many children behind him, looking at An Ning eagerly.

"I have eight more bags. Let's mix them together. How about adding a little to each person's bag?"

"good!"

"Thank you, sister An Ning."

"Very good!"

Children's happiness is very simple. A piece of popcorn with sugar makes them happy.

An Ning took out all the saccharin, mixed it together, and gave each child a little bit.

After the popcorn was divided, the old man who was making popcorn stood up, pointed the black machine at a cloth bag, and pulled hard.

"Bang!"

Popcorn, another serving.
Chapter completed!