Small boxes of ice cream, each one placed next to another on the table, with different flavors in each box.
Mo Bei turned sideways, watching Jiao Yang place the ice cream boxes one by one, and the smile on his face gradually became a bit stiff.
"How did you know I wanted ice cream?"
"Because I'm Mr. Doraemon!" Jiao Yang also put the late-night snacks he was carrying on the table, "Ah, dumplings, buns, there's also rice dishes… and look here, yogurt, bread… cookies… and instant noodles, you can eat whichever you like!"
The little supermarket had limited food options, not sure what she liked, he simply bought everything he could.
"Isn't this too much?" Mo Bei looked at the pile of food in front of her.
"Just pick what you like to eat." Jiao Yang asked with a smile, "Which do you want to eat first?"
"Let's start with the ice cream, otherwise, it'll melt." Mo Bei said.
