"Buy."
Walking into the supermarket, Zhao Guangran was in an excellent mood. "Today I'm paying. Whatever you like, just buy it."
He'd already taken a big hit at the restaurant, so he didn't care about bleeding a bit more in this supermarket; besides, how much could you even spend in a place like this.
Zhao Xuran had never been to this big supermarket before; he'd only gone to Chinese Street before this, because there were more ingredients for Chinese food over there.
He was a bit moved by it all, but honestly not that much—yet the moment he stepped into this big supermarket today, he didn't even know where to look first.
"So huge." The size of this supermarket really wasn't ordinary; compared with the supermarkets in Chinese Street they'd gone to before, who knew how many times bigger this was.
How many people would it take to staff such a huge supermarket—that was what Zhao Xuran cared about.
