The supermarket at dusk is at its liveliest, with people streaming in to pick out ingredients for dinner.
The shelves are dazzlingly stocked with items ranging from fresh fruits and vegetables to all kinds of snacks, and the frozen fresh goods are equally appealing to customers’ eyes.
For Yu Se, taking a stroll through the supermarket after getting off work every day is a stress-relieving way to wind down and relax his fatigued state of mind.
Feng Yinchen is precisely the opposite.
He has never liked crowding into congested places in his entire life; the hustle and bustle and congestion of a supermarket only make him feel even more irritable and restless.
Whenever he sees surging crowds of people, he unconsciously knits his brows or even quickens his pace, fleeing the noisy environment like an agile deer as fast as possible.
Observing this, Yu Se finds it somewhat amusing inwardly, thinking that this must simply be the difference between social classes.
Especially since a remarkably handsome man resembling a film star suddenly appears in the massive supermarket, naturally drawing the attention of many people with every step he takes toward a counter.
Feng Yinchen has no choice but to mutter in a low grumble, “If anyone dares to secretly take photos of me without permission, I’ll definitely treat them to an entire year’s worth of lawyer’s letters.”
He is unbearably haughty, practically like an aristocratic prince who cannot tolerate the slightest bit of boring interruption and intrusion.
While complaining about this and that, he still tightly helps Yu Se carry the shopping basket with one hand, without ever actually hearing him truly complain a single time.
Yu Se compares two boxes of beef, hesitating over which one is better.
Feng Yinchen blurts out directly, “It has to be Matsusaka beef; I’m only used to eating Matsusaka beef.”
Just as Yu Se thinks he has a cute side after all, he is now thoroughly amused to the point of laughter. “One of these two boxes of beef is Chianina beef, and the other is M9 Australian beef. Shall I just put them both back?”
With that, he makes a fake gesture of putting them back.
Feng Yinchen immediately orders, “Bring them both back. Right now.”
In truth, he doesn’t genuinely want to eat any braised beef stew; he just desperately wants to take a bite of Yu Se’s cooking.
Even if it’s the simplest home-cooked dish made by ordinary people.
Yu Se puts the beef back, takes the basket from his hands, and treats him like shooing away an annoying little cat or dog, though he can’t quite bring himself to genuinely treat the head of the Feng family like a small animal.
“I really need black pepper powder, but it should be on a shelf quite far away. I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble the Family Head to exert yourself a bit.”
Feng Yinchen isn’t someone anyone can easily boss around, yet his legs refuse to obey him; the moment he hears Yu Se’s request, his legs can’t help stepping forward.
Sigh.
Old habits have simply become second nature.
Feng Yinchen is particularly like a patient listening to a doctor’s orders, turning around to head toward another aisle.
Separating the condiment section are a few rows of snack shelves, displaying a wide variety of domestic and imported snacks with exquisite packaging and vibrant colors, catching the eye exceptionally well.
Since quite a few people are buying snacks, the aisles are blocked completely solid.
Feng Yinchen has no choice but to pause briefly in front of the snack shelves, pulling up the collar of his casual wear to cover his exquisite jawline while simultaneously avoiding having his mood disrupted by the chaotic line of sight.
If it weren’t for the sake of pushing the plot along with Doctor Yu, being able to appear alongside the other person in a bustling, down-to-earth place like a supermarket would actually be quite nice.
Feng Yinchen has zero desire to let his good mood get ruined.
Right then, he hears a rustling sound coming from beside his trouser leg. Lowering his gaze slightly, he sees a little girl even shorter than his own legs, blinking her big, fluffy eyes as she looks up toward him.
The little girl is exceptionally pretty, with chubby little cheeks. Describing her as exquisite with carved jade and painted porcelain fits her well, while calling her a sweet, soft dough dumpling is equally apt.
Unfortunately, Feng Yinchen has never liked sweets, let alone any children who look like desserts.
Feng Yinchen originally intends to ignore her, but the little girl keeps standing right beside him, well-behaved and sweet, merely smiling affectionately at him without saying a word.
Feng Yinchen silently shuffles a step to the side, and the little girl opens her short little legs, following along with a cheeky grin for two steps.
Feng Yinchen also deeply detests clingy little tails, aside from his little black snake.
Therefore, Feng Yinchen points a finger at the shelf directly opposite, where pink-themed marshmallows are displayed, and asks the little tail below, “Are you looking for me to help you grab this?”
The little girl seems to develop a sort of puzzlement, gently biting her little finger inside her mouth.
Thinking as expected, Feng Yinchen flashes a light smile down at the little girl. “Do things yourself when you can, understand? Now that you run into trouble and only know to ask adults for help, in the future…”
His sentence about what will happen in the future hasn’t even left his lips when a figure suddenly emerges from behind him, interrupting impatiently.
“Family Head Feng.”
Yu Se is practically driven to laughter by him.
Actually, right after Yu Se sent him away earlier, he felt a bit of regret, thinking how foolish he was to send the untainted-by-mortal-dust Feng beauty off to fetch black pepper powder.
Could the great Feng beauty manage it smoothly?
Therefore, the specifically searching Yu Se has now laid eyes on this worldly spectacle unfolding right before him.
It truly is a once-in-a-lifetime sight!
Resisting the urge to smack his bottom, Yu Se instead bends down to scoop up the dough dumpling. The little girl isn’t old, estimated to be around two or three years old, precisely the age where she understands things halfway while half remains a puzzle.
Coaxing the little girl, Yu Se says helplessly to Feng Yinchen, “Because of her height, a child’s perspective looking from low to high is very one-sided; she didn’t want you to help her grab snacks.”
After offering such a bizarre explanation, even Yu Se is amused to laughter by himself.
“This little girl must have gotten separated from the adults accompanying her. When encountering this situation, we should send her to the broadcasting room first.”
Yu Se explains patiently, feeling that the little girl in his arms is somehow even cuter. Thus, he familiarly coaxes the child, first to alleviate the little girl’s fear, and second to extract some useful information out of her.
Yet the little girl remains completely silent, perhaps due to timidity, though primarily because once she changes her perspective and looks again, she mistakes Feng Yinchen for her mother.
Panic akin to an impending storm instantly transforms her little face.
Upon seeing this, Feng Yinchen grows considerably displeased. “What does she mean by this? Could my face possibly scare her?”
No, no, no.
Uncontainable smiles fill Yu Se’s eyes; it’s quite likely she dislikes your personality.
Hahaha.
It is exceedingly rare for Yu Se to laugh so uninhibitedly; previously, he always kept a straight face, carefully guarding against accidentally offending the other party.
Feng Yinchen snorts. “I don’t like children anyway; children are all monsters.”
Yu Se thinks much the same. If using another apt metaphor, it’s simply a case of a single mountain failing to accommodate two little monsters.
One little monster, one big monster.
Yu Se asks, “Does the Family Head not hope to have children of his own in the future?”
Not at all.
Feng Yinchen almost blurts it out, yet giving it a second thought, he proactively closes the distance toward Yu Se, who is holding the child.
An aura that draws people close radiates from Yu Se through and through, regardless of what kind of person they might be, old or young.
Or someone with a terrible personality, they will all be imperceptibly drawn to this temperament.
This causes Feng Yinchen to fall into a momentary trance, as if, as if…
Yu Se is truly Yu Se.
Therefore, lowering his psychological defenses, he says, “Should I meet someone I genuinely love, I’ll consider breeding our bloodline together with him.”
He adds, “Doctor Yu, do you want to make little snakes with me?”