"Anything."
Shen Luo'an shot a look at her. "There isn't 'anything' for sale out there."
"You know my taste preferences. Just buy whatever you see fit."
"How about noodles?" asked Shen Luo'an casually.
"I feel like eating rice."
"Didn't you say 'anything'?"
Shen Manting glared at him. "Fine! Anything goes, then!"
Shen Luo'an felt his tense mood suddenly lighten up.
He went out and came back with two bags.
He returned to see two more people in the room.
Shen Zhilie and Ye Qianqian were there. Ye Qianqian was sitting on the edge of the bed, while Shen Zhilie was making a fuss over the infant's diapers.
Upon seeing Shen Luo'an enter the room, Shen Zhilie teased, "I see you bought a lot of food. Were you expecting us to come?"
