In the supermarket.
Nan Ge pushed two shopping carts and struggled to walk behind.
Meanwhile, Nan Zhe was like a boss. He had one hand behind his back and the other hand was choosing products from the shelves. From time to time, he would take down a bag of snacks and casually throw them into the shopping cart behind him.
With a bang, the pitiful-looking girl behind him was hit.
Hearing that something was wrong, Nan Zhe turned around and asked with concern, "Did my crispy noodles break?"
Nan Ge, "…"
"No!"
"Oh." Nan Zhe turned around and continued walking.
His movements were casual and comparable to an old man who was out for a walk.
"Push one yourself!" Nan Ge was pushing a shopping cart in each hand, her arms aching.
Passersby could not help but take a few more glances at her.
Nan Zhe did not even blink. He said, "My hands hurt. I can't push one."
