He wants to adopt a younger sister, but his aloof wife disagrees.

Jiang Che zipped up his jacket, buttoned up the hood, and turned to Su Xiaoruan, saying, "Keep an eye on your sister-in-law and the car. Don't let them wander off."

After saying that, Jiang Che took a deep breath and rushed into the battle.

"Ouch! Young man, don't push!"

"This is the one I liked first!"

Jiang Che didn't use brute force in the crowd. No kidding, he was a master of ancient Muay Thai; if he really used his strength, these elderly folks would be sent flying.

He used a clever technique.

Like a swimming fish, it weaves through the gaps in the crowd.

Dodge to the left to avoid the old man's elbow strike.

Swipe right to avoid the old lady's car wheels.

Reaching out, with a swift "scooping the moon from the bottom of the sea," he precisely grabbed the two remaining boxes of the freshest yogurt at the very back of the shelf.

"succeed!"

Just as Jiang Che was about to take out the yogurt, a thin but strong hand grabbed the other end of the box.

She was an older woman wearing a red cotton-padded jacket.

"Young man! Young people should have sportsmanship! This old lady touched it first!" The old lady held on tightly, her eyes sharp.

"Auntie," Jiang Che said sincerely through his mask, "you already have three boxes of yogurt in your car. This yogurt has a short shelf life, and it would be a waste if we couldn't finish it. I have elderly parents and young children at home (referring to Shen Qingge and Su Xiaoruan), and my wife is pregnant... cough, my wife is really craving it. Could you please give me two boxes?"

The woman paused for a moment, looked at Jiang Che's sincere (and handsome) eyes, and then at Shen Qingge, who was staring at him expectantly not far behind (although she was wearing a mask, she had an extraordinary temperament).

"Alright, alright! You seem like a loving husband!" The older woman let go of Jiang Che's hand and patted him on the shoulder. "Good job, young man! There aren't many men these days willing to squeeze into a supermarket for their wives! Live a good life!"

"Thank you, ma'am! I wish you good health!"

Carrying two boxes of yogurt, Jiang Che returned triumphantly, like a victorious general, amidst the approving gazes of the elderly.

"Take it."

Jiang Che put the yogurt into the shopping cart and raised an eyebrow at Shen Qingge smugly: "How about it? Your skills haven't gotten worse, have they?"

Shen Qingge couldn't help but laugh when she saw his slightly messy hair and his collar that was squeezed crooked.

She took out a tissue and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Yes, Mr. Jiang is the best. He's even more impressive than when he was shorting stocks on Wall Street."

"That's right." Jiang Che shamelessly accepted the praise. "Short selling stocks only requires a few clicks, but grabbing yogurt requires a lot of physical strength."

……

Checkout area.

Even though I'm a VIP member, the checkout line is still very long on weekends.

The three of them stood in the middle of the line. Su Xiaoruan couldn't resist any longer and secretly pulled her mask down a little to get a sip of water.

Just then.

In the next line, a young girl who was taking a selfie with her phone suddenly froze.

She stared at Su Xiaoruan for a few seconds, then her eyes widened suddenly, and she covered her mouth.

"Um... excuse me..."

The little girl leaned closer, her voice trembling, "Are you... Su Xiaoruan?"

Su Xiaoruan was startled and quickly pulled her mask up, waving her hands frantically, "No, no, no! You've mistaken me for someone else! I have an average face!"

"Impossible! I'd recognize your eyes even if you were ashes!" The little girl's voice trembled with excitement. "And that Mickey Mouse hair clip! I saw your trending photos from Disney! It really is you!!"

That shout was like a bomb being dropped onto a calm lake.

The people around immediately turned their heads.

"Su Xiaoruan? Where? Where?"

"Holy crap! It really is! Even though he's wearing a mask, his figure looks just like hers!"

"And over there... oh my god! Is that President Shen Qingge?!"

"That man is Jiang Che?! A living family of three?!"

The crowd began to stir. Countless phones were raised, flashes going off everywhere. Some even tried to squeeze through for a photo.

"Don't push! Don't push!"

The situation briefly spiraled out of control.

Su Xiaoruan was so frightened that she hid behind Jiang Che, while Shen Qingge also nervously grabbed Jiang Che's arm.

"Han Xiao".

Jiang Che spoke softly into the microphone hidden in his collar.

next second.

Several bodyguards in plainclothes, who had been secretly protecting the three people in the crowd, quickly surrounded them and formed a human wall to protect them.

Jiang Che took off his mask, revealing his angular face.

He wasn't angry, nor did he put on airs.

Instead, he raised his index finger to the excited fans around him and made a "shh" gesture.

"Excuse me, everyone."

Jiang Che's voice was clear and gentle, yet it possessed a power that unconsciously calmed people down.

"Today is family day. We're just here to buy some groceries and cook at home."

"Could you please do us a favor and let us pay the bill first? We're waiting for this piece of beef in our pot at home."

Upon hearing this, everyone around laughed.

"Haha! Even President Jiang has to buy groceries himself now!"

"So down-to-earth! What kind of meat did President Jiang buy? I want to buy the same kind too!"

"Everyone, please stop pushing! Let's let them have a peaceful weekend!"

Although the fans were excited, most remained rational. Especially seeing Jiang Che's extremely protective yet polite demeanor, everyone cooperated and made way for him.

"Thanks."

Jiang Che nodded slightly to the crowd.

Check out quickly and leave.

The cashier's hands were shaking; she almost scanned pork instead of ribeye steak when she was scanning the barcode.

"Um... Mr. Jiang, the total is three thousand two hundred and eighty yuan."

Jiang Che took out his phone and skillfully opened the payment code.

"drop."

Payment successful.

I didn't use any black card with unlimited credit, nor did I have any free order privileges.

Like any ordinary husband or brother, he paid, carried the bags, held his wife's hand with one hand, protected his sister with the other, and left the supermarket as everyone watched.

……

On the way home.

Holding the hard-earned bucket of popcorn, Su Xiaoruan was still shaken: "That scared me to death... I thought I was going to be attacked. But bro, you were so cool! You controlled the situation with just a few words!"

"That's because the public has high moral character."

Jiang Che was driving, in a good mood: "But we should avoid going to crowded places like this in the future. What do you want to eat next time? I'll cook it for you."

"No!" Su Xiaoruan stuffed a handful of popcorn into her mouth. "I want to come again next time! This feeling of snatching things is so much fun! It's way more interesting than walking the red carpet!"

Shen Qingge sat in the passenger seat, looking at the back seat piled high with spoils—vegetables, fruits, beef, yogurt, and a bunch of snacks.

All these things combined don't even cost as much as one of her usual handbags.

But at this moment, her heart was filled with joy.

"What are we having for dinner tonight?" Shen Qingge asked.

"Fry steak, with asparagus and pasta." Jiang Che glanced at Su Xiaoruan in the rearview mirror, "And fry some chicken wings for that kid, so she won't sneak potato chips again."

"Yay! I want to eat ten!"

The car drove into "Qingche Lane".

The sun had set, and warm lights illuminated the manor.

Jiang Che parked the car and carried two large bags of ingredients into the kitchen.

Shen Qingge and Su Xiaoruan followed behind, each carrying their own "spoils of war".

Soon, the sounds of water washing vegetables and chopping vegetables filled the kitchen.

There were no servants to wait on them, and no complicated etiquette.

Only the family gathered around the stove, discussing trivial matters such as who would peel the garlic and who would wash the dishes.

This is what Jiang Che wanted.

It was something he fought tooth and nail to snatch back from that cruel world—

The most precious thing is the ordinary.