For children, these are much more attractive than the opera on stage that they don't understand. After eating sweet stuff, they try salty snacks, tasting various treats in turn.
At the time, I went to listen to the opera with my grandparents.
The elderly couple listened all morning, content to buy new year's goods and return home, while Lin Xu ate until he was stuffed.
Now, Grandpa has passed away, and there's no opera troupe in the village, never returning to the age when you'd eat hawthorn candy sticks and cotton candy, and grandparents would help lie to parents anymore.
Upon hearing Lin Xu agreed to go, Shen Jiayue immediately started planning cheerfully:
"Which car should we take?"
Which car?
Lin Xu glanced at the luxury cars parked at the gate, thinking that neither a Maserati nor a Land Rover Range Rover had the vibe of going to a rural market.
He glanced at Zhang Chunsheng's electric tricycle, chuckled, and said:
