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The child sat happily in the shopping cart, chatting and laughing with his family.
Lina glanced at the shopping cart, then looked at Daryl, who was pushing it.
Daryl's forehead veins bulged. "How old are you?"
Lina pouted unhappily and walked into the supermarket.
mean.
"Hey!"
Before Lina could react, she was lifted into the air and stuffed into the shopping cart basket, where the cart moved quickly.
The shelves receded in front of her, and Lina blinked and smiled happily.
You naughty kid.
Daryl glanced at her and continued pushing the shopping cart forward.
"Hey! You've run past!" Lina exclaimed.
“So annoying,” Daryl snapped, then slowed down.
Being stuffed into the bicycle basket actually drew quite a bit of attention, but Lina, thick-skinned as ever, huddled there without a care, directing Daryl, "That box isn't fresh anymore, get a different one... This cabbage leaf is a bit yellow, no way... What are you thinking? That's not organic! Put it back!"
Daryl felt a swarm of mosquitoes buzzing incessantly next to his head.
Finally, frustrated, he threw the box in his hand into the bicycle basket, "Shut up, I'll eat the bad one, okay?"
That's not impossible.
Lina continued pointing ahead, "Let's go buy milk, yogurt, and ice cream!"
Daryl reluctantly pushed the cart forward.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" Lina shouted.
"Shut up." Despite her scolding, the shopping cart moved quickly, just as Lina had hoped.
"Why did you run past again!"
Daryl was so angry that his veins were about to bulge. Why was this young lady so difficult to please?
What left Daryl speechless was that they spent nearly three hundred dollars on just one purchase.
She's a money-devouring beast, isn't she? She must be.
Daryl put his wallet away, and Lena looked at him innocently, grinning mischievously, "Brother, you looked so manly when you paid!"
“…and it’s at times like these that you roll your eyes,” Daryl said.
Lena picked up two large plastic bags, and Daryl followed closely behind. The two walked towards the parking lot, and on their way back, they saw many police cars patrolling nearby.
"Why are the police so diligent lately?" Lina glanced at them curiously. Working overtime on the weekend?
“Who knows,” Daryl said nonchalantly.
"Do you want one?" Lina asked Daryl, unwrapping a lollipop and holding it up.
“Only children eat this,” Daryl scoffed.
snort.
Lena shoved the candy into Daryl's mouth, poking at his lips. "Stop it... um... I'm driving..." Daryl opened his mouth, and Lena's lollipop was shoved in, tapping his teeth. He reluctantly put the lollipop in his mouth.
“Now you’re a little kid,” Lina said proudly.
"Childish," Daryl said with a laugh.
“…This is the first time I’ve seen you smile,” Lina said curiously as she moved closer to Daryl. The steering wheel suddenly swerved, but Daryl quickly grabbed it. “Sit still,” he said, pursing his lips awkwardly.
Lina sat down with a smile, unwrapped a lollipop herself, and started chewing it.
"What's fun in Georgia?" Lina asked.
“Who knows,” Daryl said casually.
Aren't you a local?
"When you live in one place for thirty years, it all becomes the same to you, boring."
“That makes sense,” Lina nodded, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the car window. “Is that the market?”
“Yes,” Daryl slowed down and glanced out the car window. “What, is the young lady interested?”
“I haven’t been here yet, take me to see it,” Lina said imperiously.
"You really think you're some kind of rich girl?" Daryl was so angry she almost laughed.
“Who told you to call me that?” Lina raised her head. “Hurry up and stop the car for me, and while you’re at it, take off your coat and use it as a stepping stone.”
"Go to hell," Daryl snorted, pulled the car over to the side of the road, and Lina followed Daryl curiously into the market.
The smell inside wasn't pleasant, and although it looked messy, it was relatively clean.
“Daryl, Daryl, I want to eat that,” Lina said, pointing to the peaches at the fruit stand. “Is it your most famous one?”
"Maybe," Daryl said, picking one up at random. It looked pretty good. The shopkeeper handed him a paper package, which Daryl took and continued browsing.
Lena picked up a peach, white and pink. Holding the peach up to Daryl, the peach obscured his face. Lena slowly moved it aside, and he frowned, as if choosing a peach was some kind of difficult task.
“Daryl,” Lina suddenly called out.
Daryl handed the paper package to the shopkeeper, then turned to look at her. "What's wrong?"
"You and it look alike, both furry and white."
Daryl emitted a strange, hissing sound, seemingly speechless, yet also appearing angry (?).
"Put it down, let's go." Daryl snatched the peaches from her hand, threw them on the stall, picked up the peaches the shopkeeper had weighed, tossed down the money, and hurriedly pulled Lina away.
"Hey! I haven't finished exploring yet!" Lina turned around curiously to look deeper into the area.
“There’s nothing to see here. Let’s go back and eat,” Daryl said.
"Ah—" Lina pouted in disappointment.
"What do you mean, 'ah'?" Haven't you bought enough? Letting her shop is the same as buying, buying, buying.
Daryl shoved Lina into the car and quickly drove away.
Back home, Lina threw the two large bags on the floor and then curled up on the sofa. "Ah... I'm so tired..."
Daryl rolled his eyes at her. Tired? Who should be complaining about being tired?
Daryl carried his things into the kitchen and began to tidy up.
"I want pasta for lunch, with tomato meat sauce, and a vegetable salad with chickpeas," Lina called out to the kitchen.
"I'm not your chef!" Daryl roared from the kitchen.
Lina shrugged. "I want to eat the peaches I just bought!"
"Are you crippled?" Daryl stormed out, picked up the paper package he'd thrown on the floor, and went into the kitchen.
Lina looked towards the kitchen with a smile. Sure enough, he was a good person.
A moment later, the peach, still damp with moisture, appeared in front of Lina. Lina blinked and said, "Brother, you need to peel it."
"Go to hell, eat it or don't!" Daryl angrily bit into the peach and, with the same force he'd used to get complaints from downstairs, strode back into the kitchen.
A minute later, Lina was watching a mindless soap opera, giggling to herself, while also picking up a fork and eating slices of peach.
Daryl stared blankly at the noodles in the pot. Was he possessed?
"Brother! Is dinner ready?" Lina asked, peeking out from the kitchen doorway.
"Go outside and wait," Daryl impatiently shooed Lina away.
Lina glanced at him, then ran to the door, pulled out a package, and tumbled back into the kitchen.
"Lower your head." Lina held up the apron in her hand.
“What a joke,” Daryl glanced at it and almost jumped up, “get your sissy stuff away from me.”
"Look down!" Lina insisted, staring at Daryl.
“No!” Daryl snorted and continued stirring the noodles in the pot.
Lena grabbed Daryl by the collar, forced him to lower his head, and shoved the apron onto him. Daryl was furious.
“Wow, brother, you look even more like a peach now,” Lina said with a smile, pointing to the peaches placed to the side. “Just as pink.”
“You…” Daryl’s face darkened, and he wanted to curse.
“My mom says men who can cook are really handsome, and men who cook while wearing pink aprons are the most handsome.” Lina blinked at Daryl.
"Get out," Daryl snapped after a long silence.
Lina shrugged and ran out with a smile.
Daryl glanced down at his apron and muttered, "F%￥k, you're crazy."
After placing all the plates on the table, Daryl finally had a moment to take off his ridiculous pink apron. "Let's eat!"
Lina looked at him. "Brother, shall we eat on the sofa?"
"You just want to watch TV, right?" Daryl glanced at the TV, which was showing a scene where he loved her, she loved him, and he loved her—a ridiculous plot.
"Waaah... Why can't they be together?" Lina tugged at Daryl's sleeve and wiped her tears.
Daryl's face darkened. "..." He angrily stuffed a mouthful of spaghetti into his mouth. "If you spill food on the sofa, you can wash it yourself."
“…You heartless man,” Lina looked at Daryl in disbelief, “In the face of such touching love, all you could think of was the sofa?”
"All I see is a bunch of lunatics," Daryl scoffed, standing up with his empty plate. "Are you going to eat or not?"
Lina handed the plate to Daryl, saying, "No, thank you."
There was still more than half a plate left. Wasting food wasn't Daryl's habit, so he naturally took Lina's plate, finished the rest, casually wiped his mouth, and carried the two empty plates into the kitchen.
Lina paused for a moment. Daryl had already put down the plates and came out, about to sit on the sofa.
“You didn’t wash your hands after wiping your mouth. If you get the sofa dirty, then you’ll have to wash it,” Lina said seriously.
"..."
Daryl went to wash his hands with a dark expression and changed his clothes, so that no one would say he had dirtied the sofa.
When Dalli finished changing and came out, the TV show had progressed to their final encounter, a tribute to their dead love and the "grave" of marriage they would be entering the next day.
The plot is ridiculous.
Daryl didn't know where to hide for a moment; he just felt extremely embarrassed.
"Come sit down," Lina said, patting the sofa next to her while holding an ice cream.
"..." Daryl frowned, seemingly unfazed by the stomachache, but ultimately said nothing. What did it have to do with him?
As soon as Daryl sat down, she snuggled up to him familiarly. Daryl shifted uncomfortably to the side, and Lina slapped him away, saying, "Don't move, let me lean on you."
"...You treat everyone like this?" Daryl couldn't help but ask.
"What?" Lina turned to Daryl, bewildered.
The sound of panting from the TV was still in his ears, and this was her again... Daryl's eyes darkened, and he pulled her into his arms. "Do you even know that I'm a grown man?"
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