No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1809: Daily Life After Marriage (37)

Chapter 1809: Chapter 1809: Daily Life After Marriage (37)

Arnold Simmons was paying attention to the traffic light timer. "Let’s put the things in the car first, and then we’ll go take another look."

"Alright." Hannah nodded. The mask only covered the lower half of her face, but the sparkle of excitement in her eyes was impossible to hide.

The crowd waiting for the traffic light began to grow.

A little kid tilted their head, staring curiously at Hannah’s plastic bag. From their angle, they could see the bunny inside the bag.

A round head, long ears—just like the bunny lanterns you’d see in cartoons.

Noticing the gaze, Hannah lowered her head and locked eyes with the little kid.

She blinked, and the little kid blinked back.

So adorable.

The kid was staring at the bunny lantern, so she clutched the bag a little tighter and held it securely in her arms.

The bunny lantern was hers.

The light turned green. Arnold Simmons took Hannah’s hand and led her across the street.

Hannah turned back to wave at the little kid.

The kid puffed up their cheeks and pleaded with their mom, "Mom, I want a bunny lantern too."

...

When they left the house, it was early in the morning, but after wandering around for a while, the sun was now directly overhead.

The noonday temperature was slightly higher, and the blinding sunlight made the air feel stiflingly hot.

Arnold Simmons opened the car trunk and carefully loaded the items one by one, deliberately leaving a small space for Hannah’s bunny lantern.

With all the other things, the lantern might otherwise get squished.

"Arnold, should we go buy groceries?"

After placing the items, she looked as cheerful as a little kid about to play house.

Arnold closed the trunk. "Let’s go."

The closer it got to the end of the year, the livelier the market was. There were even a few trucks parked at the entrance, selling freshly harvested vegetables brought in from nearby towns.

The prices were very reasonable too.

Having not been to the market in a long time, Arnold felt a bit out of place.

Unaccustomed to the crowd, the noise, and the liveliness.

But Hannah was there with him.

"Arnold, should we buy mushrooms?"

She turned around, holding two kinds of mushrooms she couldn’t even name. The vendor had said they were great for making soup.

For some reason, this scene felt oddly familiar—like a fleeting memory of something that had happened before.

His gaze softened, filled with warmth. "Sure."

Hannah was his light.

"Which one do you think we should choose?" She was indecisive.

In the end, she picked the prettiest-looking one.

Arnold went along with all her decisions.

After making a full round of the market, they came out with an impressive haul—bags filled with vegetables and meat.

Arnold could cook; recipes were committed to memory. So he simply asked what Hannah wanted to eat.

Whatever she wanted, he’d buy and cook it for her.

As they passed the market entrance, Hannah stopped to buy herself two freshly made crispy pastries, still warm and wrapped in a plastic bag.

Though not as fancy-looking as pastries sold elsewhere, the taste was divine.

That evening, when they got home, Hannah couldn’t wait to start decorating the house with everything she had bought.

Big Round followed her around excitedly, running up and down as if it were already the holiday season.

Arnold was busy in the kitchen, while the lazy Golden Lotus sprawled at the kitchen door, occasionally lifting its head to check if the food was ready.

Hannah stood on a stool to reach high places, holding two paper-cut window decorations in her hands.

Big Round circled around her stool, wagging its tail, eager to climb up as well.

But the stool wasn’t big enough to hold two, so Big Round could only rest its front paws on it and stand straight up to see.

Hannah looked down and asked, "Big Round, which one do you think looks better?"

These were to be stuck on the room’s windows.