"That's the one." He picked out four and handed them to the staff beside him for weighing.
Then he took Max to the meat section, grabbed a few pre-packaged chicken breasts, and found some peeled peanuts, dried chili peppers, and pepper oil in the spice section.
"What are you doing?" Max looked at the utterly different assortment and couldn't help but ask, "The trout is for December, what about these?"
Lin Yu'an smiled, "Of course, it's for us. I haven't had breakfast yet. I plan to make Kung Pao chicken for you to try."
Max's heart was filled with curiosity at the moment.
Passing by the snack section, he stopped in his tracks; it was a whole row filled with childhood memories from the East.
He saw familiar shrimp sticks, Langweixian, and even mung bean cakes. His gaze eventually locked onto a row of red packaging, extremely eye-catching.
