Nian Shutong's voice wasn't the kind that tears one's heart apart; she just shouted in her normal voice, yet everyone could hear her.
When the children heard her voice, they began to run towards her from all directions.
Dou Dou, who was already nearby, got there the fastest.
"Auntie! Auntie! What is it?"
"Something delicious."
Nian Shutong teased Dou Dou and didn't directly tell him the answer.
As the children arrived one after another, they lined up voluntarily, waiting and anticipating.
Nian Shutong then took out the bags of potato chips she had brought back, placing them pack by pack on the table in front of her.
"One pack per person, to be eaten only after dinner."
"These are called potato chips. I need you all to taste them carefully and tell me your honest feelings, whether you like them or not, only the truth will help me."
"Understood?"
"Understood!"
The children answered in unison.
"Alright, let's start."
