Gu Ningyue shook her head frantically, so frightened that she took several steps back.
"No, no, no, snail rice noodles, this, I..." Gu Ningyue's mind went blank, and she couldn't even speak coherently.
It seems they really can't accept snail rice noodles.
"Hey, it's okay. It wasn't cooked because it was in a box, so it's fine," Jiang Qingwan said with a smile.
"No, no, I'm not worthy of it." Gu Ningyue waved her hands.
"We're coming down." Jiang Qingwan carried two boxes of snail rice noodles and walked downstairs lightly.
At the top of the stairs, the shopping carts I had collected before were neatly arranged, just as before, without any difference.
There was another shopping cart next to it, crammed full of miscellaneous items, and the items were clearly not as neatly arranged as Jiang Qingwan's shopping cart.
Gu Ningyue turned off the flashlight, leaned closer to the shopping cart, and nodded in satisfaction. "Hmm. It's returned to its rightful owner."
"Oh. A cultured person." Chen Xiaoran clicked her tongue twice, then added, "I'm a civilized person too. I promised to watch over the supplies for you and not touch them at all. I even helped you move them from over there to the stairwell. Some passersby tried to take our shopping carts, but we chased them away."
"Well done." Jiang Qingwan stacked the two boxes of snail rice noodles on the shopping cart and clapped her hands.
"Let's go. Let's go to the meeting point first, just in case something unexpected happens and the car might not wait for us," Chen Xiaoran reminded them.
The unfortunate guy next to me seemed a bit socially awkward; aside from his initial complaints, he didn't say much, just kept agreeing.
"Do you want us to help you carry these? Two packs of instant noodles as payment?" Chen Xiaoran joked, looking at the shopping cart full of supplies and Jiang Qingwan's thin frame.
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