When Meng Xinian went to make a phone call, Chiang Xiao waited for him under the shade of a tree outside.
A middle-aged man walked by with a foam box on his back, covered with a wet towel, and the word "ice pops" written on it, which made Chiang Xiao's eyes light up.
"Uncle, I want to buy an ice pop!"
"Eh, sure, what flavor would the lady like?"
"What flavors do you have?"
"Mung bean, the old-school kind, sweet, nothing else."
Chiang Xiao immediately bought two of the old-school ice pops, each costing five cents.
The moment she handed out a dime and got two ice pops in return, Chiang Xiao once again truly felt the reality of being reborn into the '80s.
Where could you still find ice pops for five cents these days?
Even a tiny pudding, one that you could finish in no more than two bites, would cost fifty cents. And that was already considered very cheap.