The cinema today wasn't very crowded, the seats scattered here and there, a rather peaceful atmosphere.
Tang Qingying glanced around and cheerfully remarked, "Good thing there's no one sitting near us, we can munch on popcorn freely later." Back when she went to watch movies, she preferred to book the 7 or 8 AM shows—fewer people, quieter, and no worries about bothering others while snacking.
Han Qiwu chuckled as he stared at a scene on-screen, curiously asking, "Mr. Tang, isn't this supposed to be an animated movie? Why am I seeing so many fight scenes?"
"This is a wildly popular nostalgic action-packed animated movie that gets both your brain and hands going. Watch closely, and you'll understand soon enough!" Tang Qingying replied with a grin, casually grabbing a handful of popcorn and stuffing it towards Han Qiwu's mouth. "Don't let it fall! If it drops, you don't get to eat any!"
