Chapter 79 The Love-Brain Female Lead Awakens 22

Old Sang came back again to watch over her while she ate. Every time she took a bite, his mouth opened a little along with hers.

Sang Ruo found it funny, so she scooped up a spoonful and tried to feed him, but he refused to eat.

The scene made Sang Ruo think of when she was little and went to the countryside, following her relatives to feed piglets. Back then, she had watched them gobble down their food with just this same kind of eager attention, only leaving reluctantly after they were done.

Thinking of everything from the dream, the warmth of this moment made her want to cry.

She had once been her parents’ precious baby too, raised in the palm of their hands. How dare Zhou Yan do that? How dare the Zhou Family do that! But then again, that version of herself was partly to blame too. Why did it have to be him, and no one else?!

“Look at you, still just like when you were little. You get so impatient when you eat. Slow down. It’s so hot your eyes are turning red,” Old Sang gently chided.

“It’s delicious,” she mumbled.

After resting for a while, Sang Ruo planned to go buy groceries. Old Sang insisted on going with her and said, “With those skinny little arms of yours, how are you supposed to carry anything?”

So Sang Ruo linked arms with her dad and happily became his little Guaiguai. Little Guaiguai couldn’t do anything, and even needed Daddy to hold her hand just to walk.

The only problem was that whenever Old Sang started showing off his daughter to other people, it was so mortifying that she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in it.

Old Sang’s greatest hits were as follows.

“Old Yang, has your kid come back yet? Not yet, huh… My Bubu runs straight home the moment school’s out. This child is wonderful in every way, she’s just too attached to home. Sigh, I don’t even know what she’ll do in the future. Worrying, really.” Yet his face was glowing so brightly that not a trace of worry could be seen.

“I’m taking my girl to buy groceries. Ah, this child is just so thoughtful. The moment she came back, she said she wanted to cook for me and her mom. As if we’d let her do that. But the child means well, so we thought we’d let her give it a try. Not like we’re expecting her to make anything amazing.”

“My Bubu has been so well-behaved since she was little, really obedient.”

“This child is pretty, that’s true. Mostly she takes after her mom, hahaha.”

And so on…

The market was actually less than a fifteen-minute walk from home, but somehow the father and daughter had been walking for half an hour and still hadn’t arrived. Mainly because every time Old Sang ran into someone he knew, he had to stop, say hello, compare children, and show off his daughter.

Whether they were neighbors, nearby shop owners, or security guards on duty in the residential complex…

“Dad, be careful or you won’t have any friends left in the future,” Sang Ruo warned him.

“It’s fine. I don’t have any friends now anyway.” He laughed loudly. “I’ve got your mom, and I’ve got you. I don’t need friends. How could friends possibly compare to my Guaiguai darling?”

If anyone else had said something like that, it would have sounded unbearably mushy. But Sang Ruo had grown up hearing Old Sang’s wonderfully absurd remarks, so she was already used to it.

The father and daughter both burst out laughing.

Sang Ruo was the main one choosing the groceries, while Old Sang was in charge of hauling everything and haggling over prices.

Sang Ruo was dumbfounded watching him.

On the way back, she sighed in amazement. “Dad, was that really necessary? You spent all that time bargaining, and in the end you only saved a dollar or a few dimes. Wasn’t that exhausting?”

“That’s where you don’t get it. The joy of shopping at the market is in the bargaining. Vegetables you don’t haggle over have no soul. That’s why I don’t like going to supermarkets. They’re cold and lifeless, with none of that human warmth or everyday bustle. Aren’t there a lot of young people dealing with depression these days? If you ask me, modern shopping methods are partly to blame. Look, going to the supermarket feels like stocking inventory, not shopping. You can’t feel the joy of life or the hope of being alive at all. How could you not get depressed?!”

“That’s… definitely a unique angle.”

“Exactly. So even if it looks like we only saved a few cents, what we earned wasn’t money, it was your dad’s happiness.”

Somehow, after hearing him put it that way, Sang Ruo found herself actually looking forward to their next trip to the market.

Probably, this was what people meant by the warmth and bustle of ordinary life.