Inside the supermarket.
Jiang Xingzhou pulled a cart over and followed Song Ci.
He was afraid that Song Ci couldn't lift it by himself, so he followed her over.
The vegetable and fruit area is at the entrance of the supermarket. Jiang Xingzhou really doesn't know how to pick vegetables, so he just follows Song Ci like a little tail.
Walking to the tomato, Song Ci turned around and asked: "Can you read tomatoes?"
Jiang Xingzhou blinked and said innocently: "No."
Song Ci puffed up her cheeks and said somewhat disappointedly: "I don't know how either."
Both of them are novices in the kitchen, so of course they are not capable of such a difficult technical task as picking vegetables.
It seems that Song Ci is not good at choosing vegetables. Jiang Xingzhou stepped forward and pulled a bag over: "Just pack it up. The ones picked out at the supermarket probably won't be too bad."
"All right."
Song Ci picked the tomatoes according to his own way. He picked four or five good-looking tomatoes and stopped picking.
"Do you have any other dishes you want to eat?" Song Ci said as she put tomatoes into the cart, "I can learn to cook them too."
Jiang Xingzhou swallowed nervously. Although the drinks reproduced by Songci twice before tasted pretty good, it didn't mean that he could continue to be successful if he really started cooking.
It’s quite difficult to get the “little”, “appropriate amount” and “how much” mentioned in online tutorials, and it’s really hard for people who cook for the first time to get it right.
He shook his head cautiously, "Forget it, let's buy new vegetables after we finish the scrambled eggs with tomatoes."
Song Ci wrinkled her nose. How could she eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes for three meals a day
She glanced at the shelf in front of her and saw potatoes not far away: "Buy two potatoes. This should be similar to scrambled eggs with tomatoes."
As she spoke, she reached out to tear open a bag, then picked out two plump potatoes and put them in.
Jiang Xingzhou didn't dare to speak from beginning to end.
As for why the recipe for potatoes is the same as that for scrambled eggs with tomatoes, he didn't dare to ask.
He guessed that for Song Ci, cutting potatoes into shreds was a big problem, but Song Ci was confident, which was a good thing, and he couldn't undermine his self-confidence.
"By the way, I just saw eggs over there. Let's go over and buy some." He diverted Song Ci's gaze, fearing that Song Ci would take a fancy to another dish.
Song Ci looked over and saw a row of eggs. He turned around and smiled at Jiang Xingzhou, then pulled the front end of the cart towards the egg shelf.
Jiang Xingzhou held the cart, letting Song Ci control the speed of the cart, and followed her leisurely.
Not to mention, it's quite pleasant.
It feels good to go shopping in the supermarket together.
Jiang Xingzhou couldn't help but smile when he thought that the tomatoes and potatoes in the cart, as well as the eggs he would buy later, would soon fill their refrigerator.
The breath of home, the breath of life.
Finally waited for it.
He pressed the corners of his lips and looked gently at Song Ci in front of him.
very nice.
"Let's buy a few more eggs. I can boil them tomorrow morning to supplement the protein." Song Ci gathered her hair and tied it up with a small rubber band on her wrist.
"Can."
"Do you need my help picking one?" he asked again.
"No need," Song Ci said confidently, "I have experience."
Jiang Xingzhou: “…”
This experience is 100% from picking those tomatoes and potatoes just now.
Based on Song Ci's preferences, it is estimated that the eggs chosen this time will be those with high appearance.
Sure enough, Jiang Xingzhou pulled the cart and saw from the side that Song Ci was picking out exquisite eggs, each without any flaws on the eggshell.
He shook his head helplessly.
Is this how girls choose things? As long as it looks good, they assume it tastes the best.
"Okay." Song Ci put a dozen eggs into the cart, "The rest is to go buy seasonings."
Jiang Xingzhou nodded: "Well, let's go, the seasoning is over there."
This time, Song Ci did not walk in front pulling the cart, but stood beside Jiang Xingzhou and walked forward with him side by side.
As they walked, the occasional swing of their arms caused a brief contact between the two.
It was a hot day, and they both wore short sleeves with bare arms, so every touch was the most direct contact between skin and skin.
Song Ci's face felt a little hot.
The air conditioning in the supermarket was turned on very high, but Song Ci could clearly feel the temperature around him rising.
She was a little confused. Would this be a bad thing
But if she deliberately distanced herself from him at this time, it would seem too deliberate.
She lowered her head, staring at the food in the cart almost intently. Her mind was in a mess, and she just followed the cart step by step.
During another unexpected touch, Jiang Xingzhou also felt that Song Ci's arm was so hot, even hotter than his as a man.
When the two of them touched for the first time, Song Ci's arm was cold and slippery, and it felt very comfortable to touch.
It was so comfortable that he shamelessly did not move away, still allowing his arms to accidentally collide with hers.
But now, Song Ci's arm temperature has exceeded his.
It was still slippery, but not as comfortable as before.
Turning around, I found that Song Ci's ears had turned red.
Oh, so embarrassing.
Jiang Xingzhou's eyes wandered, and he finally had some shamelessness and didn't dare to touch her again.
After a while, the two of them arrived at the seasoning area.
Song Ci took out his cell phone and bought light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, oyster sauce, salt, thirteen spices and other seasonings according to what he searched online.
Because there were fragile items such as eggs in the cart, Song Ci lay on the cart and sorted the things in the cart, trying to find a place to put the bottles and jars.
Just then, two fighting children suddenly appeared and tried to pass behind Song Ci.
The distance between the various shelves in the supermarket is limited, and there is also a large object like a trolley taking up space. There is also another person shopping behind Song Ci, so there is very little distance between the two of them.
A skinny child passing through would inevitably bump into the two of them.
Jiang Xingzhou didn't think twice, he put his arm around Song Ci's waist and asked her to stand up and move forward a little.
The two children barely made it past, but still bumped into the middle-aged woman who was shopping behind them, and got lectured.
Song Ci nestled in Jiang Xingzhou's arms in a daze, still a little frightened.
"Are you okay?" Jiang Xingzhou looked down.
Song Ci looked up and their eyes met.
Suddenly, Song Ci's face turned red.
Jiang Xingzhou was embarrassed and wanted to let go, but he was afraid that Song Ci would not be able to stand steadily, so he could only bite the bullet and ask: "Can you stand?"
Song Ci blushed and nodded: "Sure."
Jiang Xingzhou let her go.
Both of them were a little at a loss, and didn't know where to look in embarrassment.
"Um... it seems like there's no oil at home." Song Ci was the first to break the silence.
But as soon as she said this, her face turned red again.
Home.
And Jiang Xingzhou’s home
How shameless!
Song Ci was secretly upset.
Jiang Xingzhou walked down the stairs: "Oh, oh, oh, I think I saw the oil over there just now."