This task concerns today's lunch, Jiang Lai looked down at her watch, with fifty-eight minutes left.
During this time, she needed to find the following ingredients: authentic island native chicken, yellow potatoes, green onions, ginger, garlic, and a handful of island-specific spices.
The island is not large, and there's only one market which the locals often visit, approximately five kilometers from the seaside villa, not too far.
Seeing everyone set off, Jiang Lai hopped directly onto her bike, pedaling over to Murong Yan's side.
"Are you getting on the bike?"
"I can walk myself."
"Alright, I'll go find the ingredients first; I expect to see you at the market in fifteen minutes."
Murong Yan frowned impatiently, the more he thought about it, the more he regretted not using some means to kick Jiang Lai out earlier.
Looking back now, it was like digging a pit for himself to jump into.
Next, she would probably demand him to cycle and carry her.
