What's wrong with you, Zhou Yuanyuan? Are you silly?
I haven't had hotpot since returning to the country for quite a while.
Yang Yuran's eyes lit up, asking excitedly, "Really?"
Qin Muyu uttered an indifferent 'mm-hmm,' and pointed out the next destination, "Let's go to the supermarket first, we don't have enough stock at home."
Yang Yuran gave a bashful dry laugh, the reserves her mother bought her before leaving had long been depleted.
Not making a fuss about it, she swiftly turned the steering wheel, heading to the nearest supermarket home.
Entering the supermarket, Qin Muyu took the initiative to push the cart, leaving Yang Yuran free to leisurely place anything she liked, wanted or found pretty into the cart.
It was only when the two of them stood in the long checkout queue that Yang Yuran became aware that the cart was piled high.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, she asked the main laborer for an opinion, "Is this too much? Should I put something back?"