Chapter 120: It Smells So Good
The things we bought were a bit too much: pots and pans, ladles and spoons, chopsticks, a variety of spices and vegetables, then steel wool and dishwashing liquid, shower gel and laundry detergent, mops and brooms, slippers...
Guanglin, the handyman, couldn’t possibly carry it all by himself, so he handed two of the bags over to He Fang, who walked quickly in the shade by the roadside, heading back to their place.
Using the keys to open the door, he put down the pile of items and let out a sigh of relief, his forehead already beaded with sweat.
"Tired?" He Fang pushed him into the bedroom, "Quick, bask in the air conditioning."
The two bags she was carrying looked big but were actually on the lighter side—the heavier ones were all in Guanglin’s hands.
"The trouble with summer is that you sweat with the slightest movement." Guanglin, of course, wouldn’t admit he was tired and blamed the sweaty workout on the summer heat.
"Sure, sure, it’s just too hot."
He Fang replied, while helping him wipe the sweat with a towel, "I’ll make you something delicious in a bit."
Having a man at home really was a good thing, not to mention anything else, just the pot and the induction cooker were not easy for her to carry home from the store, let alone buying rice on a regular basis... Rice?
She paused for a moment, then looked at Guanglin and said, "We forgot to buy something."
"What?"