The real daughter, she is a Buddhist boss

Chapter 199 Us.

After a few walks in the exhibition area, more than half of the things in the trolley were piled up. After realizing it, Professor Hua hesitated to put the instant noodles and bowl in his hand, and then stopped going to other exhibition areas.

"do not like?"

Seeing her stop, Qin Sili thought she had seen something that disgusted her.

Unexpectedly, Hua Wei frowned, looking at the miscellaneous things in the small cart: "We seem to be here to buy hot pot ingredients, right?"

--us.

Qin Sili laughed dumbfounded, "Yes, you are right."

She withdrew her gaze from looking at the snail powder exhibition area in the distance, and raised her eyes to look at Qin Sili beside her, "Where is the hot pot area?"

Quick fix, if she continues shopping like this, she may not be able to leave the supermarket tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, Qin Sili stared at her for a long time, squinted his eyes slightly, and uttered three words between his cold lips: "I don't know."

Professor Hua: "..."

So how did he take it for granted before that 'there's no food to buy if it's late'?
Feelings have never been here before, have they?

Fortunately, a kind old woman passed by her, and she heard the words to show her the way, "Go straight from here, turn left and you will be there."

"Thank you." Professor Hua, who was waiting for the savior from the sky, thanked the old woman sincerely, and then pulled the cart and prepared to walk in the direction.

Maybe seeing Hua Wei hit it off, the old woman raised her hand to catch her small cart, and said slowly, "I just want to buy some ingredients to make hot pot, can we go together?"

Qin Sili, who was squeezed behind Hua Wei: "..."

Hua Wei, who is not good at communicating with the elderly, said, "...Yes."

The old gentleman who was forgotten by his wife: I don't remember when you said you want to eat hot pot?

The old lady was dressed in a black cheongsam, with golden thread and peonies overlapping, and she was holding a small sandalwood fan in her hand.

Years gave her gorgeous hair, but it couldn't take away the elegance in her bones.

"Little girl, are you going to the supermarket with your boyfriend? When you're dating, you rarely see young couples coming to the supermarket. Then you should have a good relationship. Does he or you cook at home?"

The sudden enthusiasm stunned Hua Wei for a moment, and then she adjusted the mirror frame: "No."

As for the last two questions, after remembering the two meals of sugar porridge and noodles, she still answered honestly: "He cooks."

"That's okay." The old woman smiled when she heard the words, apparently ignoring the first half of Hua Wei's 'no'.

She held the fan and tapped on the handrail of the cart, and said to Hua Wei with the experience of someone who has been there: "At home, a man must be able to cook, otherwise, how can you grab your girlfriend's stomach, don't you think so? "

——Is there any necessary logic between the two?
Professor Hua, who has never demonstrated this point, decided to respect the experience of those who have experienced it: "You are right."

The old woman smiled even more happily.

"I just met you and felt that I hit it off very well. After chatting with you, I realized that you are really a wonderful person."

She glanced back at the two men walking not far behind, then turned her face and whispered in Hua Wei's ear: "When my husband and I were first together, he didn't know how to cook, but I can A little; but if I do, he will certainly not want to learn. So..."

"Huh?" Hua Wei, who was aroused by curiosity, couldn't help but listen to it.

"So I fed him pork intestine fried rice and coriander syrup every day. After a few days, my husband learned to cook by himself."

There was a look of shock in Hua Wei's eyes: Coriander, can you still make syrup?
(End of this chapter)