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In the supermarket, An Nuan thought she was just going to buy a few things for lunch, but she didn't expect Di Ming to be there picking and choosing, filling up a shopping cart.
"Are you really going to eat all that?" she asked.
All she wanted was some scrambled eggs with tomatoes and a bit of rice. There was no way she could finish that much food by herself. Besides, she didn’t dare to handle crayfish or know how to cook them. Would she just let them crawl around in the fridge?
The thought of those creatures crawling all over the fridge made her shudder.
She glanced at the cart with disdain and took a step back.
"Ye Shao said he wants crayfish, stir-fried bamboo shoots, shredded pork with green peppers, and sautéed seasonal vegetables..."
Di Ming pulled out a small notebook and read off a list of items he had written down. An Nuan quickly covered her ears before he could finish.
"I can't cook any of that; I only know how to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes."
Who said she would cook for him?
She knew this man would take advantage of her. No wonder he was so kind as to invite her over for dinner and had Di Ming buy groceries; it turned out he just wanted a free maid.
Here she was, acting and cooking for free—what was her reward?
Was it just to ensure she had enough to eat?
"Lu An Nuan, your days seem to be worse than before."
Pouting, she tried to distance herself from Di Ming. However, Di Ming had always been the perfect assistant; no matter how difficult Ye Shao's requests were, he would do his utmost to fulfill them. This included turning the inedible items into something edible for the Young Lady.
Ye Shao had said that if he returned home without having eaten what he wanted, Di Ming would pack his bags and leave.
"Hey, Young Lady, wait for me!"
Di Ming quickly grabbed the weighed small lobsters and pushed the shopping cart as he hurried to catch up with An Nuan.
He couldn't let her get too far away.
As he raced through the supermarket with the cart, people around him couldn't help but comment on his rude behavior.
"Who is this? Running with a cart in the supermarket—what if he bumps into a child or an elderly person?"
"He doesn't look like a vulgar person."
"Having culture but no manners—just a well-dressed beast."
A group of people pointed and whispered behind Di Ming, full of disdain. Of course, he didn't hear any of it; his mind was solely focused on one thought: catching up to Lu An Nuan.
"Young Lady, Lu An Nuan, Sister An Nuan!"
Di Ming panted as he weaved through the crowd, finally catching up to An Nuan, wiping the sweat from his forehead incessantly.
“An Nuan, please stop running! I’m in a tough spot too. I’m just a worker, and despite how I look, I’m not better off than you. You only have to cook for Ye Shao; I can teach you what you don’t know. But for me, if I don’t complete my tasks, Ye Shao will fire me. I have an elderly mother and young children to support…”
“Do you have an eighty-year-old mother and a baby at home?”
She shot him a big eye roll.
Anyone can say such smooth talk.
Getting fired is well-deserved; no one around Ye Yunfeng is normal. If she hadn’t interfered last time, how would Ye Meiqi have accused her of taking on contracts from other companies and ended up blaming her for breach of contract?
So, Di Ming must be sent by Ye Yunfeng to deliberately mess with her.
With this thought firmly in mind, her gaze toward Di Ming grew increasingly wary, as if he were a little spy. She wished she could shoot daggers at him with her eyes.
“Hmph!”
She scoffed disdainfully at Di Ming.
Di Ming rubbed his nose, unable to suppress the twitch at the corner of his mouth.
“I don’t have an eighty-year-old mother, but I do have an eighty-year-old grandmother waiting for me…”
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