Today, Wang Fan played to his heart's content and ate to his stomach's delight.
This kind of scene, where he could play and eat with his family, was something he longed for but couldn't achieve in his past life.
However, after checking the time, Wang Fan regretfully said to his uncle, "Uncle, we should head back to make the braised pork, it's getting late."
His uncle nodded, holding a gun, and said to the stall owner, "Hurry up, didn't you hear my nephew say we need to head back? Don't stack them up, just toss them into the air."
The balloon stall owner, looking miserable, pulled the balloons out of the large burlap bag and tossed them up one by one.
His uncle didn't hesitate at all. As soon as the balloon left the owner's hand, he pulled the trigger, and the balloon exploded before it could even float up.
The onlookers, seeing his uncle's prowess, didn't hesitate to cheer him on.
"Awesome!"
"Old man, you're amazing! Were you in the army before?"
