"Alright!" Although the old man's request was peculiar, Mu Shuangshuang still followed through.
She had a good memory and strong observational skills. When the old man made the first batch of popcorn, she memorized each step. By the second time, she was almost in a simulation training.
Adding rice, adding sugar, twisting the lid, lighting the fire, every action Mu Shuangshuang followed the old man's steps.
The old man watched from the side, occasionally stroking his long beard and sometimes giving Mu Shuangshuang a pointer or two.
At the final crucial moment, knocking the can, fearing Mu Shuangshuang might run into trouble, he deliberately stood by her side.
With a loud "bang," white rice popped out from the can, spraying into the large sack. Each piece of popcorn was plump and enticingly aromatic.
"So, Grandpa, how much would you rate my skills on your scale?" Mu Shuangshuang leaned in expectantly.
