Dylan opened his mouth and said "wife" very smoothly, without any awkwardness.
The boss lady at the nearby stall selling pork ribs immediately said, "Then give me one kilogram of ribs."
Dylan replied blandly, "The wife said, it's hot and she wants something light."
So he wasn't planning to buy this fish today.
Dylan walked past the fishmonger's stall, without noticing that the fish seller and the pork vendor lady were exchanging some rather strange glances.
Dylan bought some fresh tomatoes, cucumbers, and beans, everyday green vegetables, and then saw some particularly fresh peaches and grapes, still with dew on them, so he asked for some of those, too.
Buying vegetables, picking fruits—this kind of life was something Dylan had never considered before.
But now, he was living it contentedly, almost forgetting what he used to do.
