After packing up the remaining dishes, Wang Zhaomou held Ji Dabao, who was so hungry that he could eat his fingers, and took Ji Lianhuo to the first floor. When the supermarket manager saw the boss, he immediately sent a dedicated service person to follow up.
A staff member was pushing a shopping cart, and another person enthusiastically introduced the imported milk powder on the shelf. Ji Lianhuo looked at the three-digit price tag under the milk powder and couldn't help but pinch the hem of his clothes.
Wang Zhaomou held Ji Dabao with one hand and put three or four cans of milk powder for one-year-old children into the shopping cart. He also bought milk bottles and diapers, and immediately put a new one on Ji Dabao.
Ji Dabao was so moved that he was about to cry when his butt was wrapped in warm diapers. He turned around and looked at the several large packages of diapers piled up in the shopping cart, and he suddenly felt bubbling with happiness.
Walking to the children's clothing area, Wang Zhaomou picked up a blue cotton dress, compared it with Ji Dabao, and looked down at Ji Lianhuo, who had been following him.
"Does it look good?"
The man in a noble suit held his one-year-old child in one hand, his movements elegant and gentle.
From Ji Lianhuo's angle, he could just see the man's eyes under the lenses, which were curved outward and hooked inward. His long eyelashes cast a light shadow diagonally, like a stroke of ink painted on his fair skin, which was so beautiful that it was breathtaking.
Ji Lianhuo heard his voice trembling slightly.
"nice."
After putting the blue clothes into the shopping cart, Wang Zhaomou took two more one-piece cotton-padded clothes and fluffy socks and bought them together.
When he came out of the shopping mall, Ji Lianhuo was carrying big bags full of stuff in both hands and followed the man in front of him. Wang Zhaomou was holding Ji Dabao in one hand and holding the milk bottle with milk made by the staff in the other hand. He watched Ji Dabao using all his limbs held the bottle and drinking milk in big gulps, his little face is full of happiness.
After feeding the big one and the small one, they drove the two, back to the place where the stall was set up. Old Qi carried the fruits in the trunk. Wang Zhaomou stood in front of Ji Lianhuo and returned Ji Dabao to his arms.
Ji Dabao reluctantly grabbed the man's clothes. If he was deliberately putting on a show and pretending to like him before, now he really likes him.
Not only did he save his uncle's leg, but he was also willing to spend so much money on himself and his uncle to solve their urgent needs. He was a pure and good man.
"Brother Zhaomou." Ji Lianhuo's dark eyes were bright, like stars floating on the lake at night.
"I will definitely return these to you in the future."
Wang Zhaomou looked at the young man in front of him carefully and replied "Okay" with a half-smile.
God knows how much he want to take his mobile phone and record Ji Lianhuo's words!
Watching the Bentley drive away, Ji Lianhuo put Ji Dabao back on his back, dug out everything in the bag, took out his accounting book, found a clean page, and carefully wrote down a few words on it.
"I owe Brother Zhaomou."
After Ji Dabao had eaten and drank enough, he lay on Ji Lianhuo's shoulder and watched his uncle write down the accounts one by one.
Ji Lianhuo tried hard to remember the prices of these things before, but now he has them all in his notebook. Most of them are Ji Dabao's supplies in two big bags.
Children's things are particularly expensive, not to mention that Wang Zhaomou picked the best ones. Ji Lianhuo held the end of his pencil and calculated a four-digit number at the end of the page.
This is enough for an ordinary worker in Sucheng City to earn two or three months' wages.
After staring at the numbers for a moment, Ji Lianhuo closed the accounting book and put the new things into the bag one by one. He kept a few small clothes that Wang Zhaomou bought for Ji Dabao, put them in his hands, and looked at them reluctantly.
Uncle Yu also looked over, and before he had time to praise the handsomeness of the clothes, he saw Ji Lianhuo rubbing the brand new clothes on the ground repeatedly.
"Xiao Ji! What are you doing!" Uncle Yu gasped in distress, "Those are good clothes, why are you ruining them!"
Light-colored clothes are not resistant to getting dirty. After being rubbed on the ground repeatedly, they suddenly became dusty and lost their previous brightness.
"I can't let that gambler find out." Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips tightly, put the rubbed clothes aside, picked up two brand new cotton-padded clothes, touched them again and again unbearably, put them on his hands, and rubbed them dirty again.
Uncle Yu looked at the scene in front of him and sighed when he thought of the gambler's character.
Ji Dabao watched his new clothes turn gray and puffed up his cheeks. Although he felt distressed, he also knew that this was the only way to put on these clothes.
That bastard Li Daquan has sold everything in his family, and his great-grandfather's money has almost been taken away by Li Daquan. Only the last money in the bank is left, which is often coveted by Li Daquan.
Ji Lianhuo put a few pieces of dusty clothes on the trolley, then looked at the milk powder and diapers in the bag and began to think seriously.
Ji Dabao watched Ji Lianhuo hide the milk powder in the orange basket, cover the milk powder can with oranges, then cover the surface of the diaper with a black plastic bag and stick it under the cart.
The milk bottles and other things were stuffed into the apple box. Ji Lianhuo also used cardboard to make a compartment. The milk bottles were hidden in the compartment, and the apples were placed on top of the compartment. As long as you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice the existence of the compartment.
After the preparations were done, it was getting dark, and Ji Lianhuo was carrying fruits. The man who helped clear the stall yesterday came over and helped him again.
Ji Lianhuo turned to look at the patrolling man, with clear questioning and vigilance in his eyes. When the man saw this, he scratched his head in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, I was confused yesterday. When I go back and think about it carefully, what age is this? There is no such thing as a disaster star."
Ji Lianhuo's face softened slightly, but his eyes were still alert.
"Besides." The man smiled, "If you are really a disaster star, how can you meet such a noble person as the big boss, and the big boss treats you so well."
Ji Lianhuo paused while moving the fruit. He remembered something, and his eyes softened, moist and bright.
"Thank you." The young man said his thanks to the man seriously.
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