My Ex-husband Asked Me to Remarry Him Every Day-Chapter 559 - 551: If You Still Want to Eat

Xie Baola wore a half-smile, "How could I not know how to choose? Are you actually looking down on me? Even though I don’t cook, I still know which ingredients are fresh and which aren’t, okay? My eyes are really sharp!"

Chen Jiayan: "..."

Her words, how could they seem so unreliable?

Xie Baola stubbornly placed the clothes into Chen Jiayan’s hands.

Chen Jiayan, holding her clothes, followed her into the supermarket.

Xie Baola pushed a shopping cart.

Chen Jiayan said, "No need to buy a lot, just enough for today will do."

Xie Baola firmly said, "You cook, I do the shopping; how much to buy is up to me, you have no say in it."

Chen Jiayan: "..."

Passing the snack aisle, Xie Baola halted.

She looked up at Chen Jiayan: "Since we are preparing for the New Year, we need to get lots of fruits and snacks, right?"

"Not necessary..."

Chen Jiayan hadn’t finished speaking when Xie Baola began to raid the snack section.

She put all the snacks she fancied, like potato chips and other various snacks, into the shopping cart.

The items on the shelves quickly disappeared.

Chen Jiayan widened his eyes slightly: "...Xie Baola."

Why did she have to buy so much?

Could it be that women naturally love to shop that much?

The last time in Aocheng, Chen Jiayan had already experienced her desire to shop.

Now she was so aggressive even when buying snacks.

"Oh my."

Xie Baola looked at him, her eyes and eyebrows lifting slightly: "You’re finally calling my name again."

"Miss Xie, you’ve bought too much."

Chen Jiayan frowned slightly.

"It doesn’t matter, I’ll finish it."

Chen Jiayan: "..."

Did she intend to move into his home?

"The shopping cart will be full of your snacks before we even get ingredients."

"Worst case scenario, we push another cart, no big deal."

"That’s enough," Chen Jiayan said helplessly as she was about to continue stuffing snacks into the cart.

Xie Baola glanced at the cart and laughed: "Okay then, just like this, now let’s go get vegetables."

Xie Baola then led the way with the cart towards the vegetable and meat sections.

Chen Jiayan reluctantly followed.

As Xie Baola shopped for ingredients, she asked Chen Jiayan if he could cook this or that.

Whenever Chen Jiayan said he could, Xie Baola immediately asked the clerk to pack it and weigh it.

She wanted to buy whatever she saw.

It was finally Chen Jiayan who had to stop her.

Otherwise, Xie Baola would have kept buying endlessly.

When the two left the supermarket, they carried several large bags full of groceries.

Chen Jiayan twisted his brow slightly.

Walking up to the mall entrance, the cold wind outside rushed in.

Xie Baola shivered from the cold.

Chen Jiayan set down the items in his hands and draped Xie Baola’s coat over her shoulders.

"Put on the coat first."

Xie Baola put on her coat and smiled at him: "Done."

They walked back to the car.

Everything was placed in the trunk.

Chen Jiayan drove home.

Although Xie Baola knew Chen Jiayan’s address,

this was her first time going up to his floor.

Following Chen Jiayan into the elevator, Xie Baola teased again: "Are you going to give me a key?"

Chen Jiayan looked at her, and although silent, his expression was clear.

His eyes conveyed his doubt.

Xie Baola spoke with a smiling face: "Didn’t you say we are friends? Now that I’ve entered your home, our relationship should be deeper than that, not just friends, but good friends. Since we’re good friends, getting one of your keys shouldn’t be a problem, right? After all, we are still meal buddies."

Chen Jiayan: "..."

She sure had plenty of twisted logic.

But he chose not to listen.

Just then, the elevator opened.

Chen Jiayan walked out first.

Seeing Xie Baola still standing there, he looked towards her: "Are you going back? Then..."

Before he could finish, Xie Baola stepped out of the elevator.

Going back, my foot.

He wish.

"Who said I’m going back? I haven’t eaten yet, and I bought so many snacks, I can’t let them go to waste!"

Xie Baola was the one who had paid at the supermarket.

Following Chen Jiayan, they arrived at a door.

Chen Jiayan entered the password and they went inside.

Xie Baola looked down: "Should I switch shoes?"

"Either way."

Seeing a pair of slippers on the shoe rack, Xie Baola took off her boots and slipped them on.

His home just had two pairs of slippers.

One pair for Chen Jiayan.

Exactly enough for the two of them.

Xie Baola looked at the slippers on their feet and smiled slightly at the corners of her mouth.

She finally got to enter Chen Jiayan’s home and wear his slippers.

Chen Jiayan placed the ingredients in the kitchen and the snacks on the coffee table.

"You can have some snacks first. Dinner won’t be ready so soon."

"Okay."

"Take a seat, I’ll head to the kitchen."

"Okay."

Xie Baola nodded again.

Chen Jiayan’s tall, lean figure walked toward the kitchen.

Xie Baola watched his back, tore open a bag of potato chips, and picked up a chip with her fingers and put it in her mouth.

The chips were crunchy, making a crisp sound.

Xie Baola saw Chen Jiayan washing rice.

He would always wear suits to work, but now as the weather was cold, he wore a white turtleneck sweater inside, and a pair of loose pants underneath; he had taken off his coat when he got home.

He looked neat and trim, quite refined, and very charming.

The act of washing rice and cooking added a different kind of charm to him.

The perfect, domestically suitable man.

And damnably good-looking.

Of course, it went without saying that Chen Jiayan was a man of great charm to begin with.

Xie Baola’s gaze became increasingly infatuated.

Chen Jiayan plugged in the rice cooker.

Looking at the fully stocked countertop, he pondered which dish to start with first.

Chen Jiayan first sorted the ingredients, put the ones he didn’t need into the fridge, and left the rest out to be washed.

Xie Baola stood up and headed toward the kitchen; she stood at the doorway: "Do you need help?"

Chen Jiayan turned to look at her.

She was leisurely eating chips.

"Miss Xie, just sit down, I can handle it."

Xie Baola ate another chip: "I can help wash the vegetables, I’m not someone who never lifts a finger."

She’s not?

If not her, then who?

Chen Jiayan calmly said: "No need, I can do it myself."

Xie Baola entered the kitchen: "Then, do you want some chips?"

Xie Baola picked up a chip and brought it to his mouth.

Chen Jiayan looked at her again: "Xie Baola, don’t disturb me, go back and sit down. Only if you still want to eat later."

"..."

If he wants her to sit, she’ll sit.

Xie Baola indignantly: "Why are you being so fierce?"

Chen Jiayan: "..."

When had he been fierce?

When had he ever been?

He just wanted her not to hinder him, that’s all.

Xie Baola lamented as she went back to the living room to sit down.

Crisp crunching of chips was nonstop.

"Can I watch TV?"

Xie Baola raised her voice.

Chen Jiayan: "...You don’t have to ask me that."