Sophie Smith went to the supermarket to buy a lot of cooking ingredients. Oliver Johnson stood next to her, occasionally picking up a few items wanting to put them in the shopping cart, but she took them out instead.
"This isn't fresh."
"This chili is too spicy; a different kind would taste better."
"..."
After Sophie said that, she seemed to realize something and quickly raised her head.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson, I was just thinking about my own tastes. You should buy whatever you like to eat."
Her tone was like comforting a child.
"Buy whatever you know how to make."
Sophie hurriedly tossed the few items he picked into the shopping cart again.
...
Sophie took out her keys from her bag and opened the door. Inside, it was clean as she had asked the cleaning service to tidy it up earlier.
She placed the groceries in the kitchen, tied her long hair at the back, put on an apron, and began to get busy.
