Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

On a weekday at lunchtime, the supermarket wasn't too crowded.

Xu An'an has not appeared in the public eye for a long time, so wearing a mask and baseball cap makes her relatively safe. On the contrary, Yan Heng, who is helping her, attracts more attention.

"Why don't you wear a mask too?" Xu An'an handed Yan Heng a mask. "Those two girls behind us have been following us all the way."

Yan Heng glanced at her speechlessly, then took the mask and silently put it on.

Xu An'an pursed her lips and walked towards the vegetable section: "What kind of vegetables do you want to eat?"

Yan Heng pushed the shopping cart behind him, saying, "Anything is fine."

Tsk, just like before. Every time I ask him what he wants to eat tomorrow, he says anything is fine. But saying "anything is fine" is the hardest thing, okay?

Okay, since both are fine, let's make something simple.

Xu An'an put some vegetables into the shopping cart and was picking out ribs when she suddenly remembered something. She turned to Yan Heng and asked, "Do we have a pot at home? Should we go buy one?"

Family?

Upon hearing this word, Yan Heng paused slightly, and the corners of his mouth under his mask curved into an uncontrollable smile: "We have all the kitchen utensils, but we need to buy bowls and chopsticks."

"Okay," Xu An'an nodded, put the weighed ribs into the shopping cart, "Then let's go buy some plates."

The tableware section was on another shelf, displaying an entire wall of bowls, plates, and porcelain with varying prices.

This is a membership-based supermarket. The prices of regular fruits and vegetables are relatively stable, but for categories like kitchenware, where there is no upper limit to the price, the price difference is indeed too large.

Xu An'an is a simple and practical person. Since she was only staying for a few months, she directly took a discounted tableware gift set.

She was about to put the gift box into the shopping cart when Yan Heng stopped her.

"You're planning to use this?"

"Yes," Xu An'an nodded, pointing to the gift box packaging for Yan Heng to see, "There are 10 plates and 5 bowls inside, enough for me for a while."

Hearing Xu An'an's words, Yan Heng frowned, looking a little angry. "Why do you need so many bowls?"

Xu An'an was puzzled: "It's the film crew, maybe we'll have a get-together later when we get to know each other better. Besides, my best friend is coming to visit the set in a couple of days, and she'll probably stay at my place for a while..."

"I don't want to use the same things as others," Yan Heng interrupted, "It's dirty."

"When did you start having OCD?" Xu An'an blinked. "Didn't we always share things before?"

Back then, in that rented room, Xu An'an also bought a tableware set temporarily from a supermarket like this.

The set was rather small, containing only four plates and two bowls. The two bowls were identical; after washing them, it was impossible to tell which was which, and he didn't seem to have any objections...

Their eyes met, and they remained locked in a tense standoff for a moment. Yan Heng tightened his grip on the shopping cart handle.

What should he say?

Does he mean he doesn't want to use the tableware that guests will use?

But what stance does he have now?

Humans are really greedy...

Just a few months ago, he couldn't believe that Xu An'an would actually agree to come to the film crew, and now, he actually wants to ask her for a set of his own bowl and chopsticks at her house—what right does he have?

"Never mind." Yan Heng lowered his eyes, put the gift set back into the shopping cart, and turned around with a heavy voice: "Let's go, let's go to checkout."

"Hey—wait a minute!"

Yan Heng suddenly felt a weight on his forearm. He turned around and saw that Xu An'an was tugging at a section of his sleeve.

"Are you... angry?" Xu An'an's tone was somewhat hesitant.

Yan Heng's gaze slowly moved up from those fair fingertips, meeting Xu An'an's bright eyes.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "No."

Xu An'an looked at Yan Heng with disbelief, seemingly not believing his denial.

They were very close at this moment, and Xu An'an had to tilt her head slightly to see Yan Heng's face. She stared intently at Yan Heng, as if trying to find something on his face.

Yan Heng felt uncomfortable under Xu An'an's gaze. He didn't know what Xu An'an was doing. Just as he was about to speak again, Xu An'an suddenly burst out laughing.

"Don't be angry, young master," Xu An'an smiled, her two shallow dimples appearing again.

"Let's go, we'll buy you a different one!"

After saying that, she smiled and turned around, walking once again to the shelf full of bowls and chopsticks to begin selecting:

"How about this?...This one's not bad either, hey, that one's fine too, it's on sale!"

Yan Heng stood there, staring blankly at her "busy" back.

......

They said they would buy one set, but in the end they bought two.

The two sets of bowls and chopsticks are exactly the same, except one is dark gray and the other is light pink.

Xu An'an looked at the mountain of tableware in her shopping cart and stammered, "Isn't this a bit excessive...? I don't need to buy the pink set, I'm not a germaphobe..."

"No way," Yan Heng said, placing the items from the shopping cart one by one on the checkout counter, his mood quite cheerful. "There are so many infectious diseases these days. How do you know if the people coming to our house have Helicobacter pylori?"

"..." Xu An'an was speechless. The young master really cherished his life.

"That's right!" The cashier at the counter, a kind-hearted woman in her forties, couldn't help but interject, "Young lady, you're really lucky. These days, there aren't many young men as attentive as you!"

Xu An'an was taken aback, then realized that her older sister had probably misunderstood their relationship, and quickly waved her hand in denial: "We're not—"

She was in such a hurry that she didn't control the extent of her raised hand and bumped into the small shelf next to the cashier.

Just as the colorful chewing gum stand was about to tip over and fall on her, a large hand suddenly reached out from behind her and steadily supported the stand.

Xu An'an turned around, panting, and met Yan Heng's dark eyes. But these eyes were different from their usual calmness; they were now shimmering with tiny glimmers of light—even though he was still wearing a mask, Xu An'an could clearly feel that he was smiling.

"Be careful," Yan Heng said to Xu An'an in a low voice.

"No...it's nothing." Xu An'an tilted her head awkwardly; they were too close, and her ears were a little itchy.

"Oh dear," the cashier was startled and quickly helped put the metal rack back on its proper place. "What's all the fuss about, young lady... Oh, by the way," she turned around, took two small boxes with English letters written on them from the rack that had almost fallen over, and looked at Yan Heng with a smile:

"Young man, these are on sale right now, want to stock up?"

Should we stock up on chewing gum?

Xu An'an looked up curiously, and her pupils suddenly contracted the moment she saw the box packaging.

—Was that not chewing gum on that shelf just now?

She grabbed her older sister's hand, firmly slamming the two boxes of well-known family planning supplies onto the table. Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she hurriedly explained:

"You've misunderstood, he's my younger brother, we—"

"I am not."

The person next to him suddenly interrupted him.

Xu An'an turned around in surprise and met Yan Heng's gaze, which was staring straight down at her.

The smile had vanished from his face; he simply repeated calmly, "I am not her brother."

The air suddenly became quiet, and even the hum of the radio seemed abrupt.

The older woman scanned the attractive couple before her, momentarily confused about the situation. She awkwardly held the two small boxes in her hands.

"Then...then this..."

Yan Heng shifted his gaze from Xu An'an and glanced at the two boxes.

"Thanks," he raised an eyebrow slightly, took out his phone and pulled up the payment code, "but we don't need this."