"You've bought almost every snack in the city," Chenghai said, his tone flat as he watched me examine a bag of gummy bears like it was a matter of national importance. "You don't need more."
I dropped the bag into the basket he was carrying—because of course he was carrying it—and reached for another. "But these are different. See? These have the sour coating."
"They're all sugar."
"Exactly. Variety is important."
I would fully admit that I was getting a bit worried over how fast everything was progressing. The infection hadn't reached here yet, but we were weeks ahead of the timeline I had in my head, and I was going to use every second I could to get more supplies.
Zhou Chenghai made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a growl. "You have a housekeeper. You could ask her to buy snacks for you."
I turned to look at him, my expression innocent. "But if I do it that way, how can I annoy you?"
