9

She had been stumbling and hesitating in the doorway for almost half an hour now and still didn’t have the courage to go any further.

Normally, she would never appear within two meters of the study because this was where the man spent most of his time, and she didn’t want to see the unlucky man’s people giving her a hard time. Since the last time and he attended the banquet together made a dog leg joke, she is more eager to squeeze their own water dry into small molecules cubic block stuffed into the corner.

In short, she did not want to see him. But now, there was an emergency, an urgent and pressing one, which she had to solve immediately. Gathering her courage, she raised her hand and knocked on the door, a few times.

“What is it?” The man’s voice came from the study, inaudible.

She shuffled in, wringing her hands slightly nervously, and swallowed, “That …… fridge isn’t full of much, and I’d …… like to go out and pick up a little.” After she finished, she subconsciously bit her lips and waited for his reaction.

He flipped the documents in his hand, a little careless, “Make a phone call and someone will deliver, no need to go out.”

Fuck, was she going to be snoozed to death by that rabbit breeder delivering another pile of greens and carrots?

Her anger materialized into a storming villain, scurrying around in her body for a while, but on the surface she still had to hold her tongue, “Then can you let me go out for a walk and get some air?” Seeing that he finally looked up from his paperwork, she hurriedly added, “Look, I haven’t left the house for almost half a month, even a jailed prisoner has a time to let off steam, right? Besides, I have some necessities I have to pick up.

He looked at her steadily for a long moment, “What do you want to buy?”

“Some necessities,” she said with some embarrassment, she had run out of what she had brought from home and if she didn’t stock up on some she would have to get ready to sing Bloodstained Grace.

“Call and have them delivered.”

“…… No, I can’t, I have to get my own for this kind of stuff.” Length and width and thickness and whatnot, cotton or silk and whatnot, it’s best to get a handle on it yourself.

He placed his hands opposite each other in a tower shape on the table, “What exactly do you want to buy?”

“Something for entertaining relatives.” Her face flushed slightly and her voice buzzed.

“You’re going to entertain your relatives here? Which relatives?”

“My great aunt.” That was clear enough, wasn’t it, an asshole, having to push her like that.

“Are you sure your aunt is coming?” His expression was serious, her family situation and relationships had long ago been made into a data book and sent to him, he knew everything about her, and there was no such person in her relatives as she claimed.

Scratch that, of course she was sure, she didn’t understand the randomness of her aunt-sama? Solely exempted herself, ”I say Mr. Shan, do you really not understand or are you pretending to be confused? I …… have to, let me say it straight, I’m going to buy female-only sanitary products, so you always understand.”

The peaks of his eyebrows furrowed, and he swept her a few times with a look that was almost like looking at an idiot, “You can just directly say that you want to buy sanitary napkins, why do you have to go around in such a big circle?”

Spitting blood …… instead, she was being coy.

She hated her teeth, what a contemptible man, to this point, but also explicitly and secretly sarcastic about her intelligence and emotional intelligence. If her eyes can be like a torch, he has long turned into a cut of coke.

“Three to four-thirty in the afternoon, back on time.” He turned on his side and continued to look at the things in his hand, his tone flat, “But didn’t your physiological period just pass twenty days ago, why is it here again?”

She froze in place, from the base of her neck as if there was a fire burning, slowly spreading upwards and then her entire face reddened into a tomato – a bastard play ah, a man must be how perverted to even observe the female physiological cycle!

She buried her head, purring silently in her heart this man chopped to death tens of thousands of times ah tens of thousands of times.

Going to the supermarket on a non-weekend afternoon should be relatively easy, there aren’t too many people in the supermarket, so you can leisurely and slowly stroll around to kill time.

But now Yang Yaxiao did not have much heart to slowly pace around in circles, she remembered that she only had one and a half hours, including the round trip.

From the nearest supermarket to his residence, the fastest way to calculate on foot would be a twenty-minute round trip, which meant she only had an hour and ten minutes to make purchases. Looking at the man’s long list, the round trip would take another five minutes – too much stuff slowed down the pace.

In one hour and five minutes, she had to pick up what the man had listed and what she needed, as well as roll through all the tasting points in the supermarket! That’s right, that’s the other important purpose of her shopping trip – to get her protein and fat fix, and to get her teeth into a good meal!

The purchasing cart was already half full after she first browsed through the appliance and daily necessities sections as fast as she could. Next was the tempting fresh food section, and she exhaled slowly, “Very well, Ya Xiao, let’s rip off our faces and let go of our bellies to roll the stalls hard today, and eat him to death!” Seize this rare opportunity, the next time I can get out I don’t know whether it will be the monkey year or the horse month, so if you can enjoy it, hurry up and enjoy it.

First from the Western-style bakery began to roll stalls, first to a piece of fluffy butter toast, and then a small piece of sweet and solid date cake.

Chinese buns area are all traditional products, never seen to set up trial food stall, I guess it is also think take big steamed buns and big meat buns out of the trial food is very thunderous, simply do not set up.

Next is the focus of the trial food area, she closed her eyes can walk straight to the processed food area. Beef, pork, chicken, duck and fish, frying, cooking, deep-frying and grilling. The air was filled with the distinctive greasy sweetness of grilled meats.

Behind the rows of polished glass, mountains of oily mini sausages, Chinese spring rolls and phoenix-tailed shrimp, fist-sized braised lion’s head and bone-in meat next to each other, and tofu cubes cut as square as the layers of Dongpo pork, with red onyx-colored skin on the top, alabaster-colored fat in the middle, and sauce-colored lean meat at the bottom. Behind the cabinet is a one-person high oven, divided into two tiers, the upper tier is Orleans roasted chicken, the lower tier is honey pipa duck

The row of living colors against the spotlight almost blinded her, while at the same time, the taste buds quickly secreted a bounty of saliva and a gulp.

“Damn, this is the earth,” she murmured, trying to keep her hand and foot movements coordinated with the instructions coming from her big and small brain, “I’m finally back on Earth.”

Although rolling the stalls was the focus of her trip, she couldn’t gobble too much when rolling the stalls, and there was no way for her to buy back all of the contraband, so out of moral and conscientious consideration, she was very restrained and only ate one-third of each stall. After rolling out of the stall there were still about ten minutes of time to spare, she was happy to make full use of it – packaged a whole portion of Dongpo pork and roast duck rice takeout.

When counting the money she took care to pay in cash for the one she intended to leave behind to steal, and swiped the rest on the man’s card – including the treats for her aunt.

Since it was unimaginative for people to come and go in the supermarket and nibble on things, she furtively carried her large bag to the supermarket’s underground garage.

The underground garage is not very airy, but it’s good enough to be hidden. Think about it, how many firewood men and women in order to avoid the light of day in order to avoid the sunshine of the world’s monitors global eye and hide in the underground garage in the dark to do great things, see its safety coefficient of the high level.

What’s more, she was just stealing a box of roast duck rice.

She silently counted the time while chewing on the fragrant roast duck leg. The roast duck was grilled just right, the skin crisped into a crunchy flake, the thin layer of fat under the skin melted in her mouth as if it were cotton candy, and the sweet and sour plum sauce ……

She closed her eyes and shook her head in intoxication, drifting as if she was high on drugs, “Long time no see roast duck brother ah, you are still so soulful.”

After nibbling the last bite of duck meat, she smacked her lips back with a sigh of satisfaction, “Next time, we’ll switch to roast pork rice.” She could survive if she could get out every other week. Wiping her hands with a wet paper towel and chewing mint gum, she hummed a little tune in a great mood as she carried two large bags of her stuff almost as if she could say she was running as fast as she could towards the exit.

The exit to the underground garage was a long slope, not too steep, and the pavement was deliberately uneven to prevent backsliding. When she was walking to the exit, a silver sports car flew by her side, blowing a fierce wind that caused her to lunge forward with an unsteady center of gravity.

“I fuck, the underground passage is still driving so fast, there is no public morality ah,” she exasperated yelled, if it is not just after the supplemental protein essence full of vitality, reaction nerves fast enough, she would have been directly rolled under the wheels of other people to go. Only the shopping bag is not so lucky, smashed on the concrete floor choking open mouth, the contents of the scattered out, red apple is down the slope is very happy to roll down. She screamed and turned around to chase after the apples, not forgetting to hatefully curse, “What’s so cool about driving a sports car, if you have the ability to fly to ah! Damn it!”

After she picked up the apple and walked back, she raised her eyes and saw the car backed up and parked in the middle of the slope. Maybe the owner of the car found his conscience and wanted to apologize to her, she thought, but when she took a closer look, she almost didn’t burst her veins.

The sports car’s rear wheel was right on top of her shopping bag, and the juices from the bag had traced a fringe on the ground along the slope.

“My …… soy sauce, sesame oil, salad oil, peanut oil, and …… she just about fell to her knees holding the piece of Dongpo pork that had been sufficiently contaminated to howl to the heavens. “My meat!” MMD, ah the meat she was planning to smuggle home and hide away to enjoy slowly!

Hatingly looking up at the man coming down from the car, her eyes erupted with fire, “Where did you buy a driver’s license? Do you know how to drive? Underpass out to drive so hard, ready to seventy yards who ah you?”

The man lifted his chin impatiently, throwing out a very beaten arc, “So you want money?” Without waiting for her to reply, he simply took out his wallet and drew out a bunch of reddish hundred-dollar bills and handed them to her, “These are enough for you to buy two copies of this and the rest.”

She stared at the banknotes in front of her, and the scene in her memory suddenly overlapped with it, and suddenly the ignition point exploded, “There is a surplus? Yu you fishtail, I don’t want money, I want my stuff!” Such a big pile of things, flat flat rotten rotten, how can she take it back to deliver? Even if she took the money and went to buy another one, it would be too late.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, the more furious she became. The man in front of her still had the same expression as if nothing had happened, thinking that taking the money would prevent the disaster, and she could vaguely see a few hints of disdain, deciding that she was taking advantage of the opportunity to extort the general.

“Not enough?” The man frowned and glanced at her in disgust, drawing out a few more, “These should be enough.”

She sank back and grunted a sneer, holding out a finger and shaking it, “NO, NO, these are no longer enough to settle things between us.” She lifted the apple in her hand, rather demonstratively in front of the man, and then slammed it hard into the back window of the sports car that had been pulled to Arabia.

The apple was big enough, and she was strong enough to make a loud enough sound when she smashed it into the back window of the car. Taking advantage of the man’s distraction to turn his head, she stepped forward and ripped open the collar of his polo shirt, and with her other hand, she even more forcefully shoved the oil-soaked Dongpo pork in. “This piece of meat fell off your body, right, I kindly returned it to you.” She didn’t forget to wipe her hands on her polo shirt in passing as she was pleased with herself, “Have a safe trip, pig!”

This sudden turn of events left the man somewhat at a loss for words, and only reacted when the greasy piece of meat slid from his chest all the way down to his abdomen until it was caught in the belt. And the person who started it had already run far away by now, not even a ghost shadow could be seen.