Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

A double humiliation, both physical and psychological.

Perhaps, in Jiang Nianxi's mind, declaring her relationship with her parents was a way of vying for recognition.

She probably even thought that Yang An would be secretly delighted by this.

Just like a child who, upon finding money, immediately tries to show it off to their parents.

Harm is always caused unintentionally or with good intentions.

Every time, Jiang Nianxi goes against his wishes and does things he doesn't want to do at all.

Under the guise of doing what's best for him, they have repeatedly hurt his dignity and soul.

"But... what a pity."

At this moment, Jiang Nianxi lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling twice.

"My aunt and uncle aren't coming back for the Chinese New Year."

Yang An just chuckled; he was already used to the fact that his parents rarely came home.

Come back, or not come back.

There isn't much difference.

As long as the hostage situation continues, it's only a matter of time before Jiang Nianxi is able to see her parents.

I was always nervous before, afraid that Jiang Nianxi would have some interaction with her family.

just now……

It seems that it's barely acceptable.

……

"We don't lack anything at home, there's no need to look at so many things."

There weren't many people in the supermarket.

Aunts and grandmas made up a significant proportion of the group.

Seafood section, fruit and vegetable section, rows of shelves overflowing with a dazzling array of goods...

Here, Jiang Nianxi let go of his hand, allowing Yang An to break free of the close embrace.

Seeing Jiang Nianxi looking at this and picking up that, he gently advised her.

"You don't usually care about kitchen matters as much as I do."

However, Jiang Nianxi continued to examine the soy sauce in her hand, doing as she pleased.

My gaze remained fixed on the small ingredient list.

"No one has lived in the house for a long time, so the food left behind isn't very fresh, and... there's hardly any seasoning left."

"Yesterday, when I was cooking, I spent ages pouring out that old bottle of soy sauce from home, but there was only a little left. How could that be enough?"

After putting down the bottle of soy sauce, Jiang Nianxi scanned the shelves and eventually went to the other side to take down another bottle.

The two brands are completely different.

In Yang An's eyes, all colors looked pretty much the same.

He had heard that some people had a particular fondness for the expressions of their ingredients, and now it seemed that Jiang Nianxi was one of those people.

It's actually quite difficult to understand.

After all, sometimes, the fact that a merchant adds something that passes a safety inspection means that most of it is safe to eat.

As for the small amount of harmful additives... they won't be explicitly listed in the ingredient list.

"My aunt said you really liked eating longevity peaches when you were little?"

The shopping cart contained only a few items.

Jiang Nianxi asked with a smile as she pushed the cart.

"What kind of longevity peach?"

Yang An tilted his head, trying to find relevant fragments in his hazy childhood memories.

However... it was a long time ago, and he could only vaguely remember that when he was a child, he liked to eat a kind of peach-shaped steamed bun.

It seems to contain red bean paste filling.

However, I don't remember it very clearly.

It could also be a different filling.

There's always something inside.

Jiang Nianxi was also recalling Yang An's mother's original words, and pondered for a while: "It's the kind of longevity peach that old people put on the table when they celebrate their birthdays."

"It's not a real peach, it's made of flour. I've never eaten it, but it should be something like that."

"..."

"Just because I liked to eat it when I was a child doesn't mean I do now. I think..." Yang An lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

A very subtle electric current sensation coursed through my heart.

Why do I feel this way?

I can't explain why.

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Nianxi waved her hand and pulled his arm.

"Alright, whatever it is, let's go see and find out, shall we?"

"It's made of noodles... I'll go ask the lady over there."

After walking a few steps, Yang An was led by the woman to the electronic scale.

A middle-aged woman in an orange work uniform was smiling.

Simple makeup couldn't hide the weariness on her face, but it added an indescribable sense of approachability.

Jiang Nianxi stepped forward to negotiate, and the two nodded to each other from time to time.

Then the aunt pointed in a direction.

Yang An and Jiang Nianxi both looked in the direction she was pointing; it was directly opposite the seafood section.

The two looked at each other and frowned simultaneously.

It seems that the same doubts have also arisen in Jiang Nianxi's mind.

But since the supermarket lady said so, Yang An was more inclined to believe her.

He felt that any random person was several levels more credible than the nonsense Jiang Nianxi was spouting.

If Jiang Nianxi had taken him to the seafood area alone, he would have suspected that she was there to play a prank.

The seafood section had a strong fishy smell.

The air smelled of fish and water; it wasn't too unpleasant, but it certainly wasn't pleasant either.

Jiang Nianxi often deals with kitchen waste, so she behaves normally and is hardly affected.

She looked left and right, and at the very back were several large water tanks.

But the refrigerators in these two rows in front of us don't contain aquatic products.

Instead, it's all kinds of frozen foods.

It was wrapped in plastic packaging with many logos on it.

Big dumplings, small dumplings, and some strangely shaped glutinous rice balls...

Back in high school, Yang An rarely went grocery shopping, as he mostly ordered takeout.

I've been to this supermarket before, but I never touched anything related to seafood.

At most, I'll go to the meat section next door to buy some necessary pork.

The scene before him was quite dazzling.

"Hmm... sweetie, come here."

Unbeknownst to him, Jiang Nianxi had already walked to the other side and was waving at him.

Yang An did not hesitate and strode over.

The other person opened the horizontal sliding window of the refrigerator and took out a large package.

Inside were "peaches" that were slightly smaller than a fist.

However, you can tell the difference at a glance just by looking at the color and texture.

Yang An's consciousness went haywire for a moment...

He seemed to remember.

Seeing his stunned expression, the perceptive Jiang Nianxi was pretty much certain of what was going on.

She then took out two bags and put them in her shopping cart.

"Let's go buy some more fruit."

"..."

……

While at the supermarket, Yang An felt that Jiang Nianxi had bought a lot.

But once you actually walk out of the supermarket with the bags in your hands, it's a completely different feeling.

It wasn't nearly as much as it had in my shopping cart.

"Can I go home now?" Yang An looked down at his phone and said softly.

Jiang Nianxi remained silent.

After a while, Yang An also shut his mouth and remained silent.

He has no right to interfere in Jiang Nianxi's choices.

It has always been this way.

Let her be...

"Click!"

The key turned once, and the door opened.

Jiang Nianxi went in first, followed by Yang An.

Just like before in the rented apartment, Jiang Nianxi brought the things she bought to the kitchen as soon as she got back.

Yang An himself quietly went into the restroom.