Xia Zhijin, upon hearing this, bashfully asked, "Does Zixia cook too?"
Li Yuan laughed. "Of course she does. In our family of four, everyone can cook. Zixia is an exceptionally good cook, actually. She has a real talent for it."
"Get in the car, let's go."
Li Yuan sped to the supermarket in the Longyu Building. It was still early, and it was Xia Zhijin's first "official visit," even though only young Zixia was at home.
In the supermarket, Li Yuan picked up a lobster as thick as his arm and licked his lips. In his past life, he couldn't even afford to splurge on an Aolong for New Year's, but now he could eat it whenever he wanted.
"Zhijin, the Australian lobster is quite tasty. We can steam it with a bit of fish soy sauce for one of the dishes."
Xia Zhijin looked at the price tag—138 yuan per half-kilo—and gasped, quickly shaking her head. She fidgeted with the hem of her clothes and murmured, "Li Yuan, that's… that's too expensive."
