"We're here."
Stopping at the entrance of the Vegetable Market, Flossie Wright glances at him, then at his hand gripping the shopping cart—
The meaning was quite clear.
The shopping cart in hand instantly becomes like a hot potato, Nigel Ferguson shivers, and subconsciously lets go.
"Um, are you going to do the shopping again?" Watching Flossie Wright about to push the cart, Nigel Ferguson comes closer in haste and hastily adds after asking, "I mean, will you go shopping before you leave the cooking class?"
"Nope," shrugging her shoulders, Flossie Wright naturally grabs the handle of the shopping cart, then cocks an eyebrow at him, "I'll be counting on you these few days."
"Sure, of course."
His heart is pounding like a drum, at a loss on how to respond to Flossie Wright's words.
"Goodbye."
About to leave with the cart, Flossie Wright takes a step and then suddenly stops, without turning her head, but waves her hand instead.
