Zhu Qingyue answered while grabbing a passing attendant nearby.
"Excuse me, where can I find those flags and horns used for cheering?"
The salesperson looked at them with some surprise, probably thinking they seemed too young, and quickly pointed out a direction for Zhu Qingyue.
"...I see."
Xu Xiangyang followed the salesperson's directions, pushing the cart deeper into the supermarket.
The shelves stocked full of goods towered one after another, as if they were trying to reach the ceiling in one breath.
"Plus, you probably promised to treat her to some food, right?" Zhu Qingyue said with a smile, "Xing Jie, isn't she pretty helpless against good food?"
"...Indeed, she is."
The two walked side by side past a row of central shelves, piled high with various packaged foods like little hills.
Xu Xiangyang fell silent for a moment, then asked.
