He was just about to leave when he ran into a street reporter conducting interviews.
As luck would have it, she ended up interviewing him and Zhao Xiaoxiao.
"Excuse me, could you two spare us a moment for an interview? We're from a television station."
The interviewer was a woman.
Jiang Siming had assumed that she would recognize him the moment she saw him.
But unexpectedly, the female reporter acted as if she had no idea who he was. She showed no reaction and simply waited seriously for Jiang Siming's response.
She looked to be in her twenties at most. There was no reason for her not to know him.
Could she be pretending not to recognize me?
Jiang Siming swept her with his Mind Reading Technique and found that she did know who Jiang Siming was. She was simply face-blind—and severely so.
All right, he had overestimated himself.
Jiang Siming could only shamelessly apologize to himself in his heart.
"Sir, would that be all right? I'll only borrow two minutes of your time," the reporter asked.
"Sure, but my daughter isn't comfortable appearing on camera. Just don't film her." Jiang Siming had originally intended to refuse, but seeing how ignorant the reporter was, he reluctantly agreed.
"Of course. Thank you. We'll definitely do that."
The reporter readily agreed to Jiang Siming's request and immediately began interviewing him.
"Sir, may I ask if you came here to buy groceries?"
"Erm, yes."
"Then what groceries did you buy?"
"Just the usual stuff—chicken, duck, fish, meat, and so on."
"Are chicken and duck expensive? How's the meat quality?"
"The prices are all right. I haven't eaten them yet, so I don't know about the quality."
This was Jiang Siming's first time accepting this kind of interview. The reporter really was treating him