"Little brother, it's almost the New Year, let's go out for a walk tonight, buy some New Year's goods and buy some new clothes." Wu Xie said with a smile.

The stuffy oil bottle nodded.

Wu Xie turned around and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, turned his head and asked, "Are we eating at home today?" Or eat out? ”

Without hesitation, the stuffy oil bottle said, "Home." ”

Wu Xie smiled brightly: "Little brother, to capture a person's heart, you have to catch that guy's stomach first, do you say that I have successfully captured you?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle looked at the refrigerator expressionlessly and did not speak.

Wu Xie felt bored, followed the gaze of the stuffy oil bottle to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, glanced around, and shouted to the inner room: "Little brother, there is nothing to eat in the refrigerator, I will go out to buy it." ”

The stuffy oil bottle stood up silently, walked to the entrance, put on his coat, and casually stuffed the wallet key from the drawer into his pocket, changed into shoes and stood there waiting for Wu Xie.

Wu Xie walked over with a smile, naturally stretched out his arm, let the stuffy oil bottle put on a coat for him, looked at the blue hoodie that had not changed for thousands of years on the stuffy oil bottle, and thought that he must buy a few sets of clothes for the little brother when he went out for a while.

The stuffy oil bottle seemed to understand what Wu Xie was thinking, and said, "Go to the market first, and go to the supermarket at night." ”

Wu Xie was stunned for a moment, nodded, and then the two of them went out.

It was still the little golden cup back then, and the stuffy oil bottle was familiar with the road and sat in the co-pilot's seat, Wu Xie smiled and fastened his seat belt, started the car and walked away.

Approaching the end of the year, the vegetable market was crowded, Wu Xie casually parked the small golden cup in a paid parking lot, and turned to lead the stuffy oil bottle to walk over like a real vegetable market.

The vegetable market is crowded with people, and all kinds of cries and selling are constant. Wu Xie looked at the noisy neighborhood in a dazzled manner, and said to the stuffy oil bottle: "Little brother, what do you want to eat?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle shook his head.

Wu Xie looked at him with a smile: "You guy has always been not picky eaters to feed, so that's it, we will buy one catty for anything that your gaze stays on for three seconds, and two catties for more than three seconds, and if you like it, you can directly pay for it and pack it away." ”

The stuffy oil bottle shook and said, "Listen to you." ”

Wu Xie thought for a moment, took out a small notepad from his pocket, took out a pen and wrote aloud: "Rice, potatoes, carrots, cabbage, peppers, leeks, pork, beef, walnuts, dumpling powder... He raised his head violently and asked, "Little brother, how many catties can you lift?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle thought for a while, he didn't have a substantive concept of these, but looking at Wu Xie's expectant gaze, he still said, "Fifty or sixty catties should be no problem." ”

Wu Xie nodded, put away his pen, and rushed into the crowd with a stuffy oil bottle.

Buying is an impulse of original sin, Wu Xie is no exception, rendered by the atmosphere of the New Year, bought a lot, large and small, most of the things are hung on the stuffy oil bottle, Wu Xie held the hand of the stuffy oil bottle with one hand, and he was not afraid of being seen, and the two of them shuttled through the market generously.

When he walked to a fruit stand, the stuffy oil bottle stopped, looking at the colorful fruits, he looked at Wu Xie expectantly.

Wu Xie hurriedly asked, "What does the little brother want to eat?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle's gaze fell on the fruit stand casually, obviously looking around very casually, but Wu Xie still judged very accurately how long his gaze stayed on different fruits.

"Two pounds of apples, a handful of bananas, four dragon fruits, one watermelon, one grapefruit, one bunch of grapes, and one bunch of mare's milk." Wu Xie reported.

The boss who sold the fruit may have seen this posture for the first time, so he immediately threw Wu Xie an environmentally friendly bag and asked him to pick it himself. Wu Xie was not polite, he started quickly, not at all like a young man who came out to buy for the first time, and quickly picked the fruits he needed, waiting for the payment one by one.