Would that mean changing clothes under surveillance?
Jiang Ye himself was certainly not keen on giving people a show.
They came up the elevator and entered the marketplace.
It was rather quiet at this time, not many people around, even the staff had left for home, with only a few still lingering.
"Should we buy some daily necessities?"
"No need, we still have plenty at home, let’s just get some vegetables."
"Okay, as Madam says."
Lu Jing glanced around and led the way to the produce area.
Jiang Ye, unhurried, followed behind his wife, his face always carrying a certain smile.
Passersby couldn’t help but take more notice of the two.
Lu Jing finally couldn’t stand it any longer:
"Stop looking at me!"
"What else am I supposed to look at?"
He can’t look at his own wife, or what?
Lu Jing was speechless:
"Just stop it, or I’ll sew your eyes shut."
Jiang Ye’s mouth twitched:
"That’s harsh for your husband, isn’t it?"
Is that like plotting to murder her own husband?
Lu Jing didn’t want to engage further; whenever she was with this guy, her heart was always pounding, never knowing when he would suddenly pull some prank.
Lu Jing was thin-skinned, and she couldn’t stand it the most.
Was everyone supposed to be as thick-skinned as him, as solid as a wall, able to turn corners?
As a result, she picked out vegetables much faster, avoiding anything particularly expensive, just the regular ones like carrots, mushrooms, eggplants, peppers, potatoes, tomatoes, cucumbers, and the like.
For meat, she picked pre-weighed and packaged cuts, grabbing a box of ribs and a box of leg bones, planning to make some bone broth to nourish their bodies.
Little did she expect, just these filled a whole cart.
Lu Jing didn’t want to browse any longer:
"That’s enough, let’s check out."
Jiang Ye naturally had no objections and took the initiative to push the cart to the cashier.
All the way through to paying, it was Jiang Ye handling it.
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Otherwise, where would a man’s pride be?
It has to be said, sometimes chauvinism is quite nice, and not always a derogatory term.
On their way back to the parking lot, it was Jiang Ye carrying a large bag, while Lu Jing held only a phone in her hand, not carrying anything else.
"How was it out there this week?"
"Not too bad, and not as awful as you’re picturing."
"Yeah, besides being in a village, it’s pretty much the same as usual, okay?"
Food and drinks were provided, and the main daily task was to provide the villagers with medical consultations.
Isn’t that what she did at work every day in the hospital?
"By the way, how come the communication utility trucks and the natural gas company’s vehicles all happened to go to the village at the same time?"
She had been too busy to ask before.
But the implication of the question was clear, falling just short of directly saying, ’It was your doing, wasn’t it?’
Jiang Ye smiled in return:
"What do you think?" a counter-question.
After living together for so long, could Lu Jing not discern the meaning behind her man’s smile?
"That’s right, it was my request, kind of like doing a good deed."
"Yes, yes, yes, who doesn’t know about your generosity?"
Listening to the teasing from Madam, Captain Jiang felt somewhat uneasy:
"If it means Madam can sleep well, your man is willing to do anything."
Not to mention, it was just a donation of some items; it was hardly significant.
"Can you not be so high-profile next time?"
Jiang Ye knew his wife was shy and thin-skinned, so of course, he wouldn’t argue:
"Sure, sure, as Madam says."
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