"With you being away from home for so long, of course, you need to go to the supermarket to pretend you still live at home," Chen Yiran said casually as he drove.
"Huh??" Tianxin found herself struggling to understand Chen Yiran's words.
After lunch, Chen Yiran took a very sore Tianxin to the supermarket.
As Chen Yiran confidently pushed the grocery cart ahead with Tianxin trailing behind, clinging to the hem of his clothes. He headed straight to the fresh food section, from which he grabbed a bunch of frozen dumplings, glutinous rice balls, and buns.
"What are these for??" Tianxin asked, puzzled.
"Of course, you need these kinds of food when you're living alone. Or would you rather have your mom believe that you cook every day??" As he picked up the frozen food and tossed it in the shopping cart, Chen Yiran replied offhandedly.
