Duan Ye quickly listened to his wife and walked away.

A short while later, he returned with a large bunch of scallions and cilantro.

"It's really just an ordinary day. This thing only costs three yuan, which is much cheaper than in supermarkets in Kyoto."

Luo Qingyuan nodded with a smile: "Yes, it's much cheaper than abroad."

Soon, the couple finished shopping and got into the car.

Duan Ye was sitting in the passenger seat, and just as he fastened his seatbelt, a small toy race car appeared in front of him.

Duan Ye was stunned: "???!"

"Don't you want it?" Luo Qingyuan's somewhat indifferent voice carried a hint of amusement.

Duan Ye took it immediately: "I want it."

How did you know I like it?

Luo Qingyuan found it amusing: "Your desires are practically written all over your face."

Duan Ye was very excited. He leaned over and kissed her face several times until Luo Qingyuan's face turned red. Only then did he let go: "Wife, you are so wonderful!"

Luo Qingyuan drove with a blank expression, but she couldn't help but slightly raise her lips. How should I put it? She really liked the way Duan Ye loved her to death after she satisfied him.

This would make Luo Qingyuan feel that she is needed, that she needs her, and that she needs her love.

"Aren't you going to buy a set for Luoluo and Chenchen?"

Luo Qingyuan said, "I've prepared the child; this is yours."

Duan Ye smiled: "Thank you, wife. I will definitely treasure it."

Luo Qingyuan joked, "Yeah, it's just like the box you keep under your bed, full of childhood memories."

Duan Ye: "..." You don't expose people's secrets, do you?

But Luo Qingyuan's smile was deep, and she seemed genuinely happy. Duan Ye thought to himself that it was quite blissful to occasionally receive a smile from his wife.