Nian Shutong understood Fu Yunhe's teasing and just snorted coldly at him. Outside, it's not a good place to fight, wait until we get back.
Fu Yunhe naturally read Nian Shutong's gaze, but not only was he not afraid, he was even more interested. This kind of life is really quite good, especially lively.
The two continued to stroll, Nian Shutong in front, Fu Yunhe carrying grapes behind.
There were few people in the market; passing by a fruit stall, Nian Shutong looked at the neatly arranged fruits. Above were clusters of dates, golden and oval-shaped, hanging upside down at the stall, particularly soothing.
She bought some, holding them in one hand, eating as she walked. They were crispy and sweet, so sweet it was a bit choking, but they could be taken back and made into dried fruit, a good snack for watching TV.
