Ying Tong couldn't help but smile bitterly. In the end, he could only ask her to help with buying seasonings - vinegar, soy sauce, cooking wine, oil, salt, and MSG, and so on.

When Ying Tong finished buying all the necessary ingredients, that scoundrel still hadn't returned, so she could only make a phone call.

"Is it not bought yet?"

"About the same. Earlier, a pretty lady asked me the difference between sugar and salt. I told her that one is sweet and the other is salty. Then I opened them both and took a taste, only to realize that I had bought three packs of sugar."

"Have you tried opening all of them?"

"Yeah, this packaging doesn't have any words on the front."

Ying Tong wanted to cry but had no tears. She could only follow the route she mentioned and search for it. Fang Wei got a staggering amount of things in the shopping cart. He took two types of soy sauce, both light and dark. He also took two types of vinegar, brown and white.

Ying Tong watched as the amount of money kept increasing little by little. Suddenly, she felt a bit regretful for suggesting to eat hot pot. She also deeply regretted letting Fang Wei buy the seasonings. This guy is so extravagant, how will she ever find a husband in the future?

"Uh oh, if you buy so much, it'll be useless in the future if you're not going to cook yourself."

"Do you mean to say that you will only cook one meal for me? From now on, I'll wait for you and bring you over to my place, forcing you to cook for me every day. After all, you're my wife."

After shamelessly finishing his sentence, Fang Wei couldn't help but shake the hand of the cashier, a pretty young lady, who was scanning the QR code. The young lady had been glancing at her several times before, and Fang Wei had also been flirting with her.

It turns out it really is curved.

Ying Tong was completely exasperated. She had never seen Fang Wei so audacious, presumptuous, and shameless before. By now, he had gone too far, reaching a level of familiarity that encompassed her neck, face, and even the roots of her ears.

He spouts nonsense without even blushing.

"Hoodlum."

Ying Tong's face turned red and her neck thickened with a charming pout. It's hard to describe just how adorable she looked.

Fang Wei couldn't help but reach out and pinch her face, clearly teasing his wife like a mischievous puppy in the eyes of the cute cashier girl. She was only one step away from taking out her phone and recording this scene.

Ying Tong exhaled hot air. She carried big and small bags of things and hurriedly ran out of the supermarket entrance.

Waiting outside for Fang Wei.

The warmth on her face never faded, it's so warm, so warm.

Fang Wei has probably laughed the most today. It's amusing how entertaining Yao Ting can be. His youthful, innocent, shy, and slightly timid appearance can easily fuel her imagination with countless scenarios.

Especially when Ying Tong was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron, Fang Wei looked at her figure and his mind wandered, unintentionally becoming lecherous as he touched the hand of the little kitten.

Ying Tong still planned to cook some rice, putting the rice into the electric rice cooker. She began preparing to wash the vegetables.

"I wish that in the future, you could come over and cook for me."

Fang Wei's voice was a bit nasally, Ying Tong smiled without paying much attention.

"If I have time, I can come over, otherwise all the things you bought will go to waste."

A few meters away behind, the sound of Fang Wei drinking water could be heard.

"Sure..."

Fang Wei's voice softened a bit as Ying Tong bent down to pick up something. The loose cuffs of her sweatshirt had already been rolled up high, revealing a large portion of her snow-white arm.

"Do you eat things like ginger and garlic?"

"Uh... Well, if you cook, then I'll eat."

Fang Wei's voice was thick and somewhat strange. However, when Ying Tong truly turned around, she heard a sound coming from the bedroom, as if something had rolled off the bed and onto the floor.

The door has already been kicked closed slightly.

"Fang Wei, what are you doing?"

Ahem, the cat ran over and went under the bed, I'll go catch it.

"Be gentle."

The sound of the cat being caught made a heavy dull thud, but Ying Tong's vegetables hadn't been washed yet. After instructing with a sentence, she continued washing the vegetables.