The little vendor was dizzy from the couple's antics, his eyes circling between them before he showed an expression of sudden realization.
He fished a brightly colored starfish out of a bucket beside his stall and handed it to Moli, "Take it, to make your wife happy."
Moli smiled and reached out to take it, "Thanks."
An Ziqi, gritting her teeth, didn't bother to argue about it anymore. After she finished buying, she turned and headed straight for home.
Moli hurried a few steps to catch up, taking the items from her hands.
An Ziqi didn't refuse; after all, it was because he had bought a bit too much today—carrying it was too heavy, and she wasn't about to torture herself.
Realizing this made her scorn herself a bit.
An Ziqi, you're such an idiot, a total fool, a complete blockhead.
He had bullied you like that, yet you still think about cooking for him.
"Here."
