Zhou Jingwei nodded thoughtfully.
They shopped around the store for the whole morning, and by noon, they had finally bought everything they needed.
Cheng Weiyue looked at the shopping cart piled up like a little mountain, where a few mangosteens were sadly squeezed into a corner.
She felt a bit embarrassed, "I can't use all these things by myself."
"Just use them, and throw away whatever you don't like," Zhou Jingwei said naturally as he stroked Cheng Weiyue's hair, his voice gentle, "If you like going to the supermarket, we can come often, Yueyue's happiness is the most important thing."
Cheng Weiyue, feeling a bit thin-skinned, said, "That's not what I meant..."
"Mhm," Zhou Jingwei didn't dwell on the issue with her, smiled lightly, and said, "That's what I mean."
After paying, they pushed the shopping cart out, planning to go to the underground parking garage.
