Congenital deficiency

At the age of 20, this is the first time for Hong Lingyu to go to the supermarket.

Hongzhuo specially chose this supermarket because the prices were high, so there were few people.

Sure enough, Hong Lingyu was still nervous when seeing strangers at the beginning, but later on, she found that there were not many people in the whole supermarket, so she gradually relaxed, and gradually distanced herself from being close to Hongzhuo ,walk on my own.

Hong Zhuo looked at the empty arm with complicated emotions.

If there are more people, Lingyu will inevitably feel nervous, but if there are too few people, he will distance himself from himself.Regardless of whether Hong Lingyu was afraid of approaching him because of the large number of people, or felt relieved to distance himself from him because of the small number of people, he felt distressed or reluctant.

Really... fell.

Looking at the huge supermarket, Hong Lingyu felt a little confused for a moment, not knowing where to go.

Fortunately, curiosity pointed out the way for him.He glanced at the sign hanging from the ceiling, looked left and right, and probably found the location of the fresh vegetables area.

When he lived in Hong's house, he also liked cooking.He has nothing else to do, and he can't get out of Hong's mansion, just like a person who was raised in a deep boudoir in ancient times, all he can think about is the things at home.

But at that time, he always looked up cooking tutorials on the Internet, and then made a list of the ingredients he needed, and asked his servants to buy them.

At that time, he still dreamed that one day he would go to the supermarket or those bustling vegetable markets in person like he did on TV and online.

It's a pity that when he lived in the mountains, he was far away from the business district, and the road to the city center was too far. It would take him a day to go to the hospital and then go home, and he didn't even think about it once.

Hong Lingyu walked past the freezer, which was as tall as a person, and looked at the various quick-frozen foods in it, and couldn't help but pick a few and hold them in his hand.

When he closed the freezer door, a basket suddenly stretched out from under his eyes.

Hong Lingyu only hesitated for a few seconds before putting the thing in his hand away.

By the time he left this area, the basket in Hong Zhuo's hand had been replaced by a shopping cart, which was filled with all kinds of fresh fruits, vegetables and ingredients.

Hongzhuo, on the other hand, was like a shopping cart pusher without emotion, he just followed behind quietly throughout the whole process without speaking, but always took things from Hong Lingyu's hand in due course.

Passing by a freezer, Hong Lingyu took a second look and chose a few bottles of milk and yogurt, put them back without looking back, and put them in the shopping cart accurately.

Hong Zhuo watched, his eyes suddenly softened, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up.

When paying the bill, there was an episode.

Hong Lingyu personally took the items in the shopping cart to the self-service checkout counter one by one, scanned them one by one at the scanning machine, and put them in different bags by herself. Leaning in front of him, she leaned over to the credit card machine.

Hong Lingyu turned a blind eye to the card, slapped the owner of the card with one hand, unlocked the phone with the other, took out her QR code and paid the bill on the screen.

Then Hong Lingyu was about to go out with two bags on one left and one on the right. After walking two steps, she found that there was no movement behind her.

Hong Zhuo was still standing in front of the self-service checkout machine and did not follow.

Hong Lingyu took a look at the ingredients, snacks, and shopping bags that she had painstakingly selected.

Is it too heavy, Patriarch Hong doesn't want to take it?But the one in his hand was actually too heavy, and he couldn't finish it.

Forget it, carry it yourself, don't bother Patriarch Hong.

Thinking so, Hong Lingyu passed the shopping bag in her left hand to her right hand, and the free hand was about to pick up the shopping bag in front of Hongzhuo.

Hongzhuo's heart moved, and he quickly put the card in his hand, picked up two shopping bags full of things, and reached out to grab the one in Honglingyu's hand, and he was not annoyed if Honglingyu avoided it. .

The shopping bag is quite heavy, but Hong Zhuo is very happy to carry it.

When the two walked out of the supermarket side by side and arrived in front of the car, the corners of the mouths of the bodyguard and driver who were waiting in the car twitched fiercely.

Patriarch... is there such a breath of life?

Hongzhuo didn't seem to see their shocked expressions, put the shopping bag in the trunk, and took the one from Honglingyu's hand, then opened the car door himself, sent the person into the car, closed the door and closed the car door by himself. Just got in the car.

Even if you dote on your lover and your son, you will not be more careful than this.

It's just that for a moment, even Hongzhuo himself was thinking that if he had been told half a year ago that one day he would be willing to spend an afternoon pushing a shopping cart behind someone to go shopping in the supermarket, he would definitely not believe it. of.

After Hong Lingyu arrived at home, she first put away the ingredients she bought, and then went upstairs to check the menu. After printing several menus with the printer in the room, she went straight into the kitchen.

Seeing this, Hong Zhuo put down the tablet in his hand and read half of the documents, and followed into the kitchen.

Hong Lingyu glanced at him, and felt that she couldn't drive him away, so she kept silent and continued kneading the dough with her head down.

He has a serious face, focused eyes, a beige apron around his chest, a slender index finger covered with flour, and he is kneading the dough vigorously.The kneaded dough was arbitrarily rounded and flattened by his hands, Hong Zhuo stared at his fingers, his throat felt itchy for no reason.

Hong Zhuo cleared his throat, looked away, and couldn't help but look back after a while, his eyelids drooped slightly, his eyes were heavy, making it hard to see the expression inside.

Before Hong Lingyu finished kneading the noodles, Hongzhuo moved his feet, his steps were a little tight, and he moved out of the kitchen.

When he came back downstairs half an hour later, seeing Hong Lingyu kneading the dough, his eyes became darker, and he felt a little regretful.

I saw Hong Lingyu packed the kneaded dough, covered it with a layer of plastic wrap, and put it aside.

Then he took out a large bowl, poured some wheat flour into it, and mixed it with some water.Hong Lingyu skillfully controlled the proportions, and kneaded the dough again with her slender and well-proportioned hands.

Hong Zhuo stood by and watched for more than ten minutes, during which time he turned slightly sideways, with one arm hanging by his side.

Within ten minutes, he had to go upstairs again.

While standing in the bathroom to flush the cold water, Hong Zhuo sighed while touching his forehead.

It's too embarrassing to be like a kid who just watched kneading dough and couldn't control himself.

Hong Lingyu didn't control the amount of dinner that day, and even cooked five dishes in one go, while the rice was still steaming in the rice cooker, and the porridge was still stewing in the casserole.Not only that, but he also made bread, which can be eaten for tomorrow's breakfast.

When everything was served on the dining table, even Hong Zhuo couldn't help but let out a low laugh.

Hong Lingyu touched her nose, only to realize later that she had done a little too much.

He is very relaxed when he is busy, so he only cares about having fun, without thinking about whether he can eat or not.

Hong Lingyu glanced at the covered dining table, and suddenly felt a little regretful—he almost used up all the ingredients he just bought.Not until when will I have to wait until next time to go to the supermarket.

Hong Lingyu's buoyant mood when cooking, suddenly became depressed again.

Hong Zhuo couldn't see his disappointed expression now, so he quickly said: "It's okay, I can eat."

Hong Lingyu added a bowl of porridge for herself, took a big mouthful of noodles, and picked up another chopsticks of the dishes she had cooked so hard. After two mouthfuls, the aggrieved expression on her face did not dissipate in the slightest.

On the contrary, the more I think about it, the more sad it becomes.

Hongzhuo's original action of holding the ground and eating with a big mouth was also paused when he saw his expression. Seeing that his consolation was useless, he thought about what Tan Minxin had said, took out his mobile phone, and typed what he just said into a line. Pass it to Hong Lingyu.

Hong Lingyu looked at the line of words, blinked to see it, then lowered her head and continued to eat, with grievances still hanging from the lowered eyes and the corners of her mouth.

Hongzhuo then typed again: If you want, we will go to the supermarket tomorrow.

After hearing Hong Lingyu's action of picking up rice, her eyes flashed, and she glanced at Hong Zhuo.

Hongzhuo nodded affirmatively at him.

Hong Lingyu stared at him blankly, his clear eyes were filled with a sea of ​​stars, and Hong Zhuo was stunned.

Just going to the supermarket can make you happy like this.

Hong Zhuo squeezed the chopsticks in his hand, feeling a little sore in his heart.

So in order to support Hong Lingyu, most of the food for the day went into Hongzhuo's stomach. It was rare that he couldn't walk. Hong Lingyu washed it herself.

Afterwards, for several days, every day Hong Lingyu put on her clothes and shoes and waited at the door after dinner on time. Her well-behaved appearance softened Hong Zhuo's heart. I am afraid that no matter what Hong Lingyu asked him to do at this time, he would agree. down.

Hong Lingyu gradually discovered that Hong Zhuo seemed to follow him a little now, and occasionally offered to go out for a walk, Hong Zhuo did not object, and would even accompany him in person.

This made Hong Lingyu feel extremely novel.

At this moment, Hong Lingyu was leaning in front of the shelf, comparing the difference between the two types of milk, Hong Zhuo was standing two steps away from him, his eyes softly fell on him.

At this time, someone passed by outside the corridor where they were standing, and Hong Zhuo saw from the corner of his eye, the soft expression on his face instantly retracted.

The person who just passed by looked familiar.

It's not the clothes or appearance, but the walking posture and figure of the other party. It seems that I have seen it more than once in the past few days, and every time it appears when I accompany Hong Lingyu to the supermarket.

They are being followed.

Hong Zhuo stepped forward in two steps, gently took the milk from Hong Lingyu's hand, put it all in the shopping cart, and typed a line on his mobile phone: We have some things to do, let's go home first.

Hongzhuo's expression remained the same as before, and his movements were gentle, there was clearly nothing wrong.

But Hong Lingyu found something unusual in his calmness.

He remembered that when encountering ambushes and assassinations in the past, the more dangerous the situation was, the calmer Patriarch Hong was.

Hong Lingyu thought about all kinds of possibilities for a moment, but just like how he was trained since childhood, he quietly put away the milk and followed Hong Zhuo out with a normal expression.

But his proficient and quiet obedient posture made Hongzhuo instantly think that the reason why he was so well-behaved and quiet was because he was trained in this way since he was a child. While he blamed himself and felt distressed, the unhappiness of being disturbed in his heart began to accumulate exponentially.

He raised his arms, embraced Hong Lingyu's shoulders, brought the whole person into his protection range, pushed the cart, and walked towards the cashier calmly as usual, looking as if he really finished shopping and was about to go home .

It's just that his sharp eyes didn't let go of any details around him.

He will never let the people around him get hurt under his nose again.

Even potential threats are not allowed to exist.

The author has something to say: Hong Lingyu: kneading dough.

Hongzhuo: stare at——

Dough: Sudden yellowing QAQ

Today is two hours late QAQ I hate working overtime, I want to save the manuscript

Thanks to the cuties who left messages and the cuties who encouraged me to update, and also to the cuties who read the text~

BTW, I only found out when I read other big articles today that I can see who gave the nutrient solution in the background, but I have been thinking about it for a long time and I don’t know where to look...QAQ was stupidly crying by myself, update it first and then continue to study, in short ,grateful! ~