Wang Shumei had no illusions about Lin Nianhe being her "actual relative."
It was no surprise that her familiarity with her "actual relative" had lasted about as long as her own.
There, Wang Shumei just watched as she chatted for ten minutes with the person in charge of the corn booth at the food section exit, and then the woman, who was over forty, looked at Lin Nianhe with the same affectionate gaze one would give their own child.
She not only agreed to place the corn threshing machine at their booth but also gave Lin Nianhe a handful of popcorn as a snack.
Lin Nianhe ate a piece of popcorn and casually asked the lady where she bought it. The lady, being very enthusiastic, detailed to Lin Nianhe exactly which stall by the entrance of the exhibition was selling the popcorn, as if worried she wouldn't be able to find it.
"Sister Shumei, can you do me a favor?"
After leaving the food exhibit area, Lin Nianhe shared half of the popcorn with Wang Shumei.