"You're sick. You can't eat this junk food," Dylan Heston said, his tone like he was reprimanding a junior as he threw all the instant noodles she had just bought into the trash.
Nancy Hughes rushed over. "Hey! Why'd you throw out my instant noodles?"
'Instant noodles are expensive these days. That was over a hundred yuan.'
"I'll pay you back for the noodles. Now, come with me!"
Dylan Heston grabbed her hand and led her out of the apartment.
"Where are we going?"
Returning to the supermarket for the second time, Nancy Hughes looked at the man beside her, exasperated. "Mr. Heston, what are you doing?"
"Where's the fresh produce section?"
"Over there!" She pointed, and Dylan Heston pushed the shopping cart straight in that direction.
Dylan Heston bought a lot of groceries. 'He's the one buying them, so he'll be the one paying.'
'But once he buys all these ingredients, who's going to cook?'
