Chapter 8 Don't make him angry
Song Juelan had just finished get off work at the swimming pool and planned to go to a nearby supermarket to buy some things for dinner.
Unexpectedly, when I walked to the beverage section, I saw a familiar slender figure standing in front of the shelf carefully selecting milk.
In the shopping cart next to him sat a little dumpling, like a chubby little bee, constantly carrying things into the cart.
Song Juelan paused for a moment, stopping in front of the shelf. Without even realizing it, a faint joy welled up deep in her heart.
He wanted to go up and greet Wen Zhi, but for some reason he hesitated and didn't take a step.
It wasn't until Xiaotang, sitting in the shopping cart, noticed him that she started dancing with joy.
Song Juelan pretended to have just seen them, walked over naturally, bent down to greet Xiao Tang, but her eyes fell on the figure next to her.
Hearing the noise behind her, Wen Zhi turned around. When she saw him, her beautiful eyes widened slightly, and she was holding a bottle of milk in her hand.
Song Juelan unconsciously twirled her fingers at her sides.
Although he knew such thoughts were inappropriate, he felt that Wen Zhi seemed somewhat adorable at this moment.
"Coach Song, what a coincidence." Wen Zhi gave him a slight smile.
Song Juelan's shoulders and neck tensed slightly, and she pursed her lips and hummed in agreement.
"Just got off work?" Wen Zhi walked to the shopping cart, bent down to put the milk in, and her collarbone was revealed as she moved.
Song Juelan's breath hitched slightly. Forgot what he was going to say, and nodded dryly, "Yes."
Wen Zhi looked up at the person next to her. His cold face was expressionless, his lips were pursed, and he seemed to have no intention of chatting with her.
She really has a cold personality.
However, it's understandable. He and Song Juelan weren't close enough to chat casually, so greeting each other when they met was already quite polite.
Wen Zhi didn't intend to say anything more, and walked back to the shelf to continue studying the ingredient list on the milk carton.
After looking around, I finally focused my attention on the milk on the top shelf.
I haven't tried this brand of milk yet, so I don't know what it tastes like.
He raised his hand and picked up a bottle of milk from the top shelf, but accidentally bumped into the milk next to it.
The bottle of milk was wobbling precariously, about to fall over.
Suddenly, a hand with distinct knuckles reached out from the side, supported the bottle of milk, and put it back in its original position.
Wen Zhi felt as if he were enveloped in a large shadow, his back touching a hot, firm chest, and as the hand withdrew, it gently brushed against his earlobe.
By the time he realized what was happening, Song Juelan had already distanced herself from him and was standing behind him.
“…Thank you.” Wen Zhi was a little surprised. She thought Song Juelan had already left, but she didn’t expect him to be standing right behind her.
"It's nothing." Song Juelan's voice remained calm, revealing no emotion.
Wen Zhi put the milk in her hand into the shopping cart and was about to push the cart away when she saw a hand already on the handle of the shopping cart before her.
Song Juelan bent down, placed her shopping basket on the shelf under the shopping cart, and pushed the cart forward: "I'll push it, it's on my way."
Wen Zhi stood there, blinking blankly.
That movement is so natural!
He could only follow, walking beside Song Juelan, and thanked her again.
The shopping cart was piled high with snacks and drinks, including candy and cookies for children, as well as potato chips that were not suitable for children.
This clearly doesn't look like a single father's shopping cart.
Fortunately, Song Juelan seemed oblivious to everything, focusing on pushing the shopping cart and walking to the next shelf, occasionally glancing down to say a few words to Xiao Tang.
Wen Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that Song Juelan wasn't so hard to fool.
As Wen Zhi passed the shelves filled with liquor, she slowed her pace slightly, her gaze sweeping over the colorful beers and fruit wines.
Looking again at Song Juelan's back, he sighed regretfully and gave up on the idea of taking a few bottles.
The tall figure in front suddenly stopped, stood in front of the freezer full of soda, and bent down slightly, as if listening to Xiaotang talking in the shopping cart.
The two whispered something to each other, and when Wen Zhi walked over, she saw Xiao Tang's eyes darting around as she played with her little fingers.
Song Juelan turned to look at him and spoke up for Xiaotang: "Xiaotang wants to ask you if she can have a bottle of Coke."
Wen Zhi replied firmly, "No."
A few days ago, when he wasn't looking, Xiaotang took a one-liter bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and drank it all by herself.
Later, he noticed that Xiaotang was hiccuping incessantly and her belly was round, and that's when he realized there was no Coke left in the refrigerator.
So he decided not to give Xiaotang soda for a week.
This is also for Xiaotang's health.
When Xiaotang heard his straightforward rejection, she pouted and looked a little aggrieved.
Song Juelan watched this scene from the side.
This was the first time he had seen Wen Zhi with such a stern expression, and his heart felt as if it had been gently tickled by a feather.
When Wen Zhi reached the next shelf, he lowered his head and asked Xiao Tang in a low voice, "Did you do something wrong?"
Although Xiaotang felt wronged, she knew that what happened that day was his fault, and nodded her little head.
He stretched out his short arms and gestured to Song Juelan: "I drank this whole can of Coke, and Zhizhi is very angry."
The Coke bottle he gestured was about the size of a child's upper body, no wonder Wen Zhi was angry.
Just as Song Juelan was about to continue walking forward, he saw Xiao Tang staring longingly at the freezer, looking reluctant to part with it.
Seeing the child's pitiful appearance, he still opened the freezer door, took out a small 200ml bottle of Coke from the bottom shelf, and put it into his shopping basket.
“I can buy it for you, but you’ll have to wait until next week to drink it,” Song Juelan whispered to Xiao Tang.
Xiao Tang's eyes lit up, and she immediately nodded vigorously.
Song Juelan glanced at Wen Zhi's back in front of her, paused, and then said, "Don't make him angry."
Upon hearing this, Xiaotang's round eyes showed a hint of confusion, but she still nodded obediently.
Strange, his father used to say the same thing when he made his mother angry.
Wen Zhi was unaware of the whispered conversation between the two people behind her.
He turned into the fruit section and was attracted by a bunch of bright yellow mangoes. He took a plastic bag and carefully selected the mangoes.
The shopping cart stopped beside her, and Xiaotang reached out towards the pile of mangoes, wanting to grab a big one.
Song Juelan pushed the shopping cart a little further away, walked to Wen Zhi's side, and bent down to help him choose.
"Does Mr. Wen prefer it sweeter or more sour?"
A deep voice sounded very close to her ear. Wen Zhi's fingertips paused for a moment before she replied, "Sweet."
A large, plump mango was placed in his bag, and slender fingers accidentally brushed against the back of his hand, feeling its warmth.
Wen Zhi picked up a mango, looked at it, and said, "Coach Song, you don't need to be so polite. Just call me by my name."
He wasn't used to the way Song Juelan addressed him.
The hand next to him paused, its movements slowing down, as if it were thinking about something.
After a while, Wen Zhi heard that deep voice say, "You can also call me by my name."
Wen Zhi put the last mango into the bag, tied a knot, looked up at Song Juelan and smiled: "Okay."
Song Juelan seemed not to have noticed that he had finished choosing, staring down at the mango in his hand, not looking up for a long time, with a suspicious red mark on the tip of his ear.
It was completely dark when I left the supermarket.
Reaching the brightly lit sign at the supermarket entrance, Song Juelan stopped, took out the small bottle of Coke from his shopping bag, and handed it to Xiao Tang, who had been waiting eagerly for a long time.
He explained to Wen Zhi, "Xiao Tang performed very well in class, this is a reward for her."
Xiao Tang hugged the cola tightly with both hands and said in a clear voice, "Thank you, Brother Jue Lan!"
After saying that, he glanced nervously at Wen Zhi, then said firmly, "I'll drink it next week."
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhi knew that this was not what Xiao Tang wanted to say.
He gave Song Juelan a half-smile: "Did Brother Juelan teach you to say that?"
Xiao Tang nodded, her expression showing surprise, then quickly shook her head.
When Song Juelan heard "Brother Juelan," his ears felt like they were burning, and he didn't dare to look at Wen Zhi's face.
Wen Zhi patted Xiao Tang's head: "Then you can keep Jue Lan's reward."
Xiaotang happily hugged the cola.
Wen Zhi said goodbye to Song Juelan and was about to leave with Xiao Tang when she heard Xiao Tang speak again.
"And, and..."
Wen Zhi looked down in confusion, thinking that Song Juelan had taught Xiao Tang something else.
Xiao Tang looked up at him with a sweet expression and said, "Brother Jue Lan also said not to make Zhi Zhi angry."
The little dumpling tilted its head and added, "Just like Daddy..."
Wen Zhi's pupils shrank suddenly, and she covered Xiao Tang's mouth with her hand.
A note from the author:
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