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Mu Nian came back to her senses, trotted to the side of the car and sat in.

There is air conditioning in the car, there is no cold wind, but it is warm.

Mu Nian took Fu Sinian's suit in his hand, hesitated for a moment, but did not return it to him, and hugged him tightly.

Fu Sinian told the driver: "Go to the supermarket."

"Yes." The driver replied.

soon.

The car stopped in front of a large supermarket, which is a VIP system, and Mu Nian has never been there, because the things inside are very expensive, and most of them are packed in large packages.

In the past, she and Chen Chen were the only two people in the family, and they couldn't finish eating or using up the things they bought in large packages. The expiration date reminded her anytime, anywhere, to save money next time, and not to buy things randomly. Gradually, she also grew up. It has become a habit not to buy big bags of food.

Mu Nian held the trolley in the supermarket, feeling a little like a lifetime away.

She never thought that she would go shopping here, let alone that Fu Sinian would be by her side.

his breath.

She is all too familiar.

However, even so, if you smell it again, your heartbeat can easily speed up.

She stood aside and wanted to get Chen Chen's favorite Wangwang Snow Cake and Wangwang Senbei from the shelf.

It's just that the Wangwang gift bag here is too big, and she struggled to take it down, and she couldn't stand still.

Fu Sinian on one side: ...

How thin is she?

He casually put his arms around her waist, took the Wangwang gift bag from her arms with the other hand, and put it in the shopping cart.

Compared with his wandering in the courtyard, compared with her embarrassment, the gap is too obvious.

Mu Nian lowered her head, clutched the shopping cart tightly, and walked forward stiffly like a puppet, her ears covered by hair were slightly hot.

The waist is also hot.

"This kind of thing is also called health?" However, the man's voice that fell in her ears was cold.

"Uh, Chen Chen likes to eat."

"No more."

"It's okay to eat once in a while, the taste is very good."

"How can junk food taste good?"

When Mu Nian heard this, she subconsciously paused, and said in disbelief, "Have you...haven't eaten Wangwang Xianbei and snow cakes?"

Fu Sinian frowned, it's strange that he has never eaten this kind of puffed food?
Mu Nian looked at his eyes, and instantly became sympathetic: "Master Fu, you are so pitiful, you have never even enjoyed the pleasure of puffed food."

Fu Sinian: ...

It's that he doesn't want to enjoy it, thank you.

Mu Nian bought a lot of things, whether they are healthy or not, Fu Sinian is too lazy to look at them.

Anyway, there won't be a next time.

He will not allow her to buy these junk food again.

Mu Nian was counting the good things, and was about to take out her card to pay for it. Fu Sinian's eyes sank, and he handed out the membership card first, and then casually picked up the bag in front of her.

He actually offered to help her carry the bag.

Mu Nian secretly took a pack of Wangwang Xianbei from the bag, she opened it, took a piece from it, and handed it to Fu Sinian's mouth.

Fu Sinian backed away and glanced coldly at her little face.

"take away."

"Take a bite, it's delicious." Mu Nian was worried about him saying that junk food didn't taste good. Like Chen Chen, she liked to eat Xianbei very much.

Fu Sinian didn't want to eat it.

but.

Her eyes were full of sincerity and expectation.

It seemed that what she handed to his mouth was not a senbei with no nutritional content, but the most delicious thing in the whole world.

He slowly opened his thin lips, and Mu Nian handed over the senbei.

For a moment, the strong salty taste occupies the mouth, followed by a touch of sweetness, and an irresistible rice fragrance. The overall taste is crispy. After chewing, the rice fragrance becomes stronger, but the salty taste changes. Faded.

It's a wonderful taste.

"Delicious, right?"

"……generally."

"Ah, you don't like to eat."

Mu Nian didn't say anything, just withdrew his hand and looked at Xianbei very tangled.

If Fu Sinian didn't like it, he would definitely not eat it again, but it would be a pity to throw it away.

She is used to hard life and cherishes every morsel of food.