"It's such an easy pleasure," Leng Yejin said noncommittally.
"Have you ever been to a supermarket before?"
"From your tone, do you think I'm above the common populace?" Leng Yejin's long arm was pressed against her waist. The nostalgic and sad man's lips curved into a smile. Shuo loves to shop at the supermarket. He said that the supermarket is like an enlarged version of his home, and he could feel that he was not alone here. In the past, he would often drag me out to shop. He said that I was too tense, and that I could feel the breath of life when I walked in the supermarket.
"He's right." Tong Lu felt that she was enjoying this moment very much. I also think that it doesn't matter what we buy or whether we buy anything. What I like is to push a cart with my family through the noisy shelves. It gives me the peace of a trivial life.
"He said the same thing," Leng Yejin said thoughtfully.
Compared to him, Shuo knew more about life.