Shui Qinqin bought a ton of oil, salt, sauces, and vinegar at the community supermarket. Qin Lang couldn't help but frown, "Why did you buy all these?"
"Uncle, your home is too cold and empty. Don't you feel lonely? Look at your kitchen, it's too clean, there's no sense of life, no warmth at all. In return, it's only natural for me to bring these things back to your place. At least it would look a bit like home." Shui Qinqin pushed the cart, choosing items from the shelves.
"But do you have money?" Qin Lang hadn't forgotten that Shui Qinqin insisted he come along because she didn't have any money on her.
"I don't, but you do, right? Come on, Uncle, I've already bought everything, let's go back!" Shui Qinqin said this unapologetically as though it was a matter of course.
