Lin Jianxue checked carefully, took out money and various tickets from her canvas bag and handed them over.

The saleswoman counted the money and then lazily began to pack the items. Flour and rice were packed in brown paper bags, soy sauce and vinegar were filled from bottles brought by customers, soybean oil was in a tin bucket, and crispy candies and walnut cakes were also simply wrapped in oil paper.

A lot of odds and ends were piled on the counter.

Lin Jianxue was just about to roll up her sleeves and pick up the heavy soybean oil barrel when Fu Zhawei beside her reached out his hand silently with an expressionless face.

His movements were natural. With one hand, he lifted the soybean oil barrel that weighed at least seven or eight pounds, and with the other hand, he easily lifted the two large net bags filled with rice, noodles and other miscellaneous items, as if the weight was nothing to him.

Lin Jianxue looked at him carrying something weighing dozens of kilograms in one hand and a bunch of miscellaneous items in the other, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"Um... Fu Zhewei, is it very heavy? Otherwise... let me carry the five pounds of soybean oil?" She stretched out her hand, wanting to take the oil bottle that took up the most weight.

Fu Zhewei only glanced at her slender white arms and legs and said calmly: "It's not heavy."

Lin Jianxue felt that Fu Zhawei looked down upon her.

She pursed her lips and pointed to another shop across from the supply and marketing cooperative with a sign that said "Non-staple Food Store." "Then let's go to the non-staple food store again. I want to buy some meat."

They left the supply and marketing cooperative and turned into the nearby grocery store. There was also a line in front of the meat stall, much longer than at the supply and marketing cooperative.

Lin Jianxue quickly queued up. Pointing at the meat hanging on the chopping board, she said to the salesperson wearing a white hat and a greasy apron, "Comrade, please cut me a pig's front hoof and three and a half pounds of meat, with a good balance of fat and lean meat."

The salesperson quickly cut off the pig's trotter and a piece of beautiful pork belly with a knife, tied them carefully with a straw rope, and handed them to Lin Jianxue.

This time, before Fu Zhawei could reach out his hand, Lin Jianxue took it first and held it in his free hand.

We can't let Fu Zhawei take everything by himself.

I had just come out of the grocery store carrying meat and pig's feet, and before I had time to adjust to the glaring sunlight outside, I heard a crisp voice with a hint of surprise.

"Sister Xiaoxue! ...Brother?!"

Lin Jianxue paused and looked in the direction of the sound.

Not far away, under the bright sunshine, stood two little girls with ponytails. One of them was Fu Zhewei's sister, Fu Qingqing. She stared wide-eyed, looking at Lin Jianxue, then at Fu Zhewei, who stood beside her, carrying bags and looking expressionless. Her face was filled with disbelief.

Standing next to Fu Qingqing was a little girl with a delicate oval face, about the same age as Fu Qingqing. She was wearing a tattered shirt that was a little faded from washing. She was looking at Lin Jianxue and Fu Zhewei curiously.

Fu Qingqing walked over quickly, her eyes flicking back and forth between Lin Jianxue and Fu Zhawei, finally landing on the expressionless Fu Zhawei, and said with a hint of disbelief: "Brother, why are you here?"

Didn't this guy say he was busy this weekend and didn't have time to go cloth shopping with her?!

Fu Zhawei glanced at his sister indifferently.

So much nonsense, I don’t want to pay attention to it.

Seeing this, Lin Jianxue started to explain in a gentle voice, "Qingqing, this is my first time in town buying things. I don't know the way to many places, so I'd like to trouble your brother to take me here."

After hearing this, Fu Qingqing's eyes moved back and forth between Lin Jianxue and Fu Zhewei twice.

Then he asked Fu Zhewei in a long voice: "Brother, is this really the case?"

Fu Zhawei seemed not to hear Fu Qingqing's question. He turned his head slightly, looked at Lin Jianxue with his dark eyes, and said in a low and clear voice: "We have finished shopping, let's go back."