Yuran suddenly felt her face growing hot; she reached for Bo Yan's waist and gave it a twist, yet her smile didn't waver, "Brother Seven, do you really think I'm too embarrassed to pick on you?"
Zhizhi sat in the shopping cart, watching his parents' interaction with undiminished glee, "Mommy, Zhizhi will get it for you. Daddy, just push Zhizhi a little bit, and then Zhizhi can reach it."
Bo Yan applied a little force and pushed Zhizhi right below the cookie section; Zhizhi stood up, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the cookies Yuran had wanted earlier. With pride beaming on his face, he said, "Mommy, Zhizhi got it for you."
Yuran cupped his face and gave him a loud kiss, "Thank you, baby."
"You're welcome."
The imported supermarket didn't have many customers since the neighborhood was sparsely populated and even fewer people shopped there in person. Yuran and Bo Yan were also busy on regular days and rarely had the chance to accompany Zhizhi like this.
