I don't want to be trained by my senior sister!

I worked with my senior colleague all day today.

From being shaken awake in the morning, to the sofa, to the bathroom, to the dining table.

Fang Xuan leaned back on the sofa and did some calculations: once in the morning, once for washing up, once for breakfast, and noon... it seems there wasn't any at noon, because his senior sister was asleep.

Twice more in the afternoon.

When he counted to six on his fingers, he decided to stop...

The refrigerator is almost empty.

He opened it and took a look. There were only two wilted carrots, half a cabbage, and no meat left.

It's time to go to the supermarket.

Ning Qian nestled at the other end of the sofa, hugging a cushion as she watched TV.

She's quite adept at channel surfing, jumping from news to variety shows, from variety shows to dramas, and then from dramas to a channel selling products. She stares intently at the non-stick pan on the screen for a long time.

"Senior sister, let's go to the supermarket."

Ning Qian turned off the TV, stood up, and went to the entryway to change her shoes.

White canvas shoes, the laces tied crookedly, with the left shoe wrapped around one more loop than the right.

Fang Xuan could only squat down and help her re-tie it.

.......

The supermarket is nearby, a five-minute walk away.

Fang Xuan pushed a shopping cart and turned into the snack section.

He put potato chips, cookies, nuts, one by one, into the car.

The yogurt was at the very back of the refrigerator. He took a few bottles of plain yogurt and then some strawberry yogurt.

My senior sister will probably like the strawberry flavor; girls all like strawberry flavor.

Ning Qian wasn't interested in the colorful bags, so she stopped when she reached the beverage section.

A whole row of shelves, all filled with beer.

Yellow, white, black, canned, bottled.

She stood there, looking up at the colorful jars.

When Fang Xuan walked over, she had already started putting things into the shopping cart.

They stacked the jars in neat rows, one by one, very quickly, as if afraid he would stop them.

Fang Xuan stood beside her watching her move the cans. After she had moved about seven or eight cans, she looked up at him, saw that he didn't say anything, and continued moving them.

She stopped when she moved the twelfth jar.

She glanced at the mountain of beer in her shopping cart, then at Fang Xuan.

"Alright, Senior Sister," Fang Xuan said.

Ning Qian hummed in agreement, but still grabbed another can from the shelf and secretly stuffed it into the bottom of her shopping cart.

Fang Xuan saw it, smiled, and said nothing.

My senior sister seems to be getting sillier and sillier...

.......

There weren't many people in the grocery section. Fang Xuan picked out a few pork ribs, a bunch of greens, two tomatoes, and a box of tofu.

Then I can go home...

On the road.

Ning Qian followed behind him, carrying the bag of beer, walking very slowly, as if afraid of falling.

The bag was huge; she held it in her arms, almost covering half her face, leaving only her eyes, which were curved in the sunlight, visible.

She looked down at the road, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, which she quickly suppressed, pretending to be aloof.

Fang Xuan walked ahead carrying the groceries, his eyes constantly glancing behind him.

The senior sister, carrying a wine bag, followed him step by step, thinking she was hiding it well, but it was all written on her face.

He couldn't help but smile.

My senior sister is so silly, she definitely doesn't know that he discovered her secret happiness. How adorable!

.......

Back home, Fang Xuan placed the dishes on the table.

Ning Qian opened the bag of beer with a serious expression and stacked the cans into the refrigerator one by one.

They were arranged very neatly, with all the labels facing outwards, like they were set up in a formation.

She squatted in front of the refrigerator, looked at it for a while, and then closed the refrigerator door with satisfaction.

Fang Xuan unscrewed a bottle of yogurt and handed it to her. "Try this, Senior Sister."

How could someone as cute as my senior sister like to drink beer? Of course she should like to drink yogurt.

Ning Qian glanced at the bottle of yogurt, took it, took a sip, and pursed her lips: "It's alright."

"It tastes better than beer, doesn't it?"

"No, beer is the best," Ning Qian said earnestly.

Fang Xuan had no choice but to finish the rest of the yogurt.

Why does this beer taste better than yogurt?

........

What followed was even more outrageous.

Fang Xuan sat on the sofa looking at his phone, while Ning Qian sat in a chair, staring at the refrigerator.

I've been staring at it for almost an hour now, just sitting there with my hands on my knees, my eyes glued to the screen.

Fang Xuan looked up at her, and she quickly looked away, pretending to look at the ceiling.

After a while, he secretly turned back and continued to stare at the refrigerator.

Fang Xuan looked up again, but she looked away, stood up and walked to the balcony, pretending to have something to do.

I moved the clothes that had been hung out to dry from left to right, and then from right to left.

After moving everything, I sat back down and continued to stare at the refrigerator.

Fang Xuan couldn't take it anymore and put down his phone.

"Senior sister..."

Ning Qian turned her head, her expression innocent: "Hmm?"

Fang Xuan stood up, took a sweatshirt from the room, and walked up to her.

"Senior sister, give me your hand."

Ning Qian obediently reached out, and he pulled the hoodie over her head and pulled her arms out of the sleeves.

Pull the hem up and put on the hat.

The hat was a bit too big, covering half of her face, leaving only her small nose and mouth showing.

Fang Xuan took her small hand and put it in his pocket. "Let's go."

"Where to?"

"Let's drink beer."

Ning Qian's ears turned red.

She kept her head down, letting him lead her away without saying a word.

The barbecue stall downstairs is in the same spot as last time.

The owner recognized them and, smiling, brought over a case of ice-cold beer. "The usual?"

Fang Xuan nodded.

Meat skewers, chicken wings, squid, chives, and eggplant—one of each, please.

The boss worked quickly and efficiently, lighting the charcoal fire and sending smoke billowing up, mingling with the light from the streetlights.

.......

Fang Xuan ate his skewers while looking at Ning Qian across from him.

My senior sister doesn't eat any.

She held the beer can in both hands and sipped it slowly, drinking it very attentively.

He would purse his lips with each bite, lick the foam off the corners of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and then squint his eyes slightly, looking very satisfied.

After finishing one can, he opened another.

I'm quite skilled at opening cans. I grip the pull tab with my index finger, give it a gentle lift, and "pop!"

When she was halfway through the third can, her little head started to wobble.

Then he chuckles a few times and burps.

Fang Xuan couldn't resist secretly taking out his phone.

The screen lit up, and the wallpaper was still the same one I secretly took last time.

My senior sister was asleep, her hair was spread out on the pillow, her little face was rosy, and her mouth was slightly open. She looked very well-behaved.

He turned on the camera and pointed it at her.

She was holding her fourth can of beer, her head was already too heavy to lift, her forehead was pressed against the can, and her eyes were half open and half closed.

A snap.

Ning Qian looked up at him blankly. "Junior brother... what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Fang Xuan put his phone in his pocket.

Ning Qian said "Oh," and then lowered her head to continue drinking.

She drank half of the fourth can before she completely collapsed. She slumped onto the table, her face pressed against the cold surface, her eyes closed, and she was still muttering something under her breath.

Fang Xuan leaned closer to listen.

"I like my junior brother the most, hehehe..."