Shopping at the Supermarket

"So pretty, so beautiful!"

Mengmeng ran up and down the stairs several times, her face full of excitement as she spoke.

"This is nothing yet. When the paradise I'm building for you is finished, you'll know what the most beautiful place truly is," Zhang Han said with a smile, stroking Mengmeng's little head.

"Daddy is the best and greatest." Mengmeng stretched out her little arms and snuggled into Zhang Han's embrace.

"Muah, muah, muah." Mengmeng planted several kisses on Zhang Han's face.

"Hahaha," Zhang Han burst into laughter.

Wasn't everything he did for Mengmeng? Seeing the Little Princess so happy and joyful filled Zhang Han's heart with a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.

This kind of happiness was something he had never experienced, even when he possessed countless treasures.

It turned out that having a child really changed everything. Zhang Han loved and was captivated by this life so much that he no longer thought about anything else. Even if he couldn't cultivate immortality or find treasures, it didn't matter. As long as he had Mengmeng in this life, it was enough.

"Daddy, Daddy, I want the toys from the suitcase," Mengmeng called out, running up to Zhang Han after spinning around a few times.

"Okay, okay, I'll get you your toys," Zhang Han said with a smile, shaking his head.

He opened one of the suitcases, which was filled with all sorts of toys for Mengmeng, mostly fluffy plush dolls. Mengmeng had placed some in the living room and bedroom upstairs and downstairs, so she could reach her toys no matter where she was. Only then did Mengmeng show a satisfied smile.

"Let's go, Mengmeng, Daddy will take you to the supermarket," Zhang Han said.

"Okay, let's go to the supermarket! Hugs, Daddy, carry Mengmeng!" No matter where they went, Mengmeng was happy as long as she was with Daddy.

Zhang Han picked up the Little Princess and went out. He locked the restaurant door and drove for five minutes to the supermarket not far from the street.

After parking the car and getting out, he saw a disabled person on the street beside the supermarket. The man was on a four-wheeled skateboard, lacking both legs and one arm. His remaining hand held a small tin bowl containing scattered change.

"Ah!"

Mengmeng, in Zhang Han's arms, was startled when she saw him. She hid her face by Zhang Han's neck and whispered, "Daddy, why... why doesn't he have hands and feet? He's so pitiful."

"Don't be scared, Mengmeng."

Zhang Han reached out and stroked Mengmeng's head, casting a brief glance at the man.

"Please, help me..." the man mumbled softly.

However, Zhang Han ignored him and walked forward.

"Mengmeng, we shouldn't pity others, because they might not need pity," Zhang Han said softly.

"But... mm... but he doesn't have hands and feet..." Mengmeng pouted.

"Whether he does or not is his business. There are no pitiful people in the world without reason, so if Mengmeng sees something like this in the future, you don't need to pay attention to it," Zhang Han said slowly.

"Oh... I understand."

Zhang Han carried Mengmeng into the supermarket.

The supermarket was a comprehensive mall. Floors 1-6 housed various clothing and jewelry stores, the seventh floor was the food court, and the eighth floor was for entertainment. The supermarket itself was located on the basement level.

He took an escalator down to the basement and grabbed a shopping cart at the entrance. The cart had a special seat for babies, so Zhang Han placed Mengmeng there and began to push her around the supermarket.

They definitely needed cooking oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar. As they headed to the condiment aisle, they passed the snack area, and Mengmeng's eyes lit up.

"Daddy, I want that one, Daddy, I want this one..." Mengmeng pointed at various potato chips and other snacks.

"Okay, Daddy will get them for you," Zhang Han said with a slight smile, grabbing over a dozen bags of snacks.

Mengmeng was overjoyed. Zhang Han had no doubt that if the Little Princess were in his arms, she would be showering him with kisses again!

Seeing that Mengmeng wanted more, Zhang Han shook his head slightly and said in advance, "Alright, Mengmeng, you can't eat too many snacks. These are enough."

"Huh?" Mengmeng blinked, her little mouth pouting. She said in a milky voice, "Just these? It's not enough, it's not enough for Mengmeng to eat."

"I'll buy you more after you finish these," Zhang Han said, stroking Mengmeng's little head.

"Mm... okay then." Mengmeng reluctantly agreed.

The Little Princess wasn't like some spoiled brats who would cry if they didn't get what they wanted. Perhaps it was because Mengmeng had grown up without a father until she was over three years old, and now that she was back with her father, she cherished him a hundredfold and was very obedient.

Mengmeng's mood quickly improved. After walking a few steps, she began humming a little song, her face beaming with happiness.

Arriving at the condiment aisle, Zhang Han's gaze swept back and forth.

He knew which seasonings he needed, but he didn't know which brands.

However, Zhang Han didn't care about that; he basically picked the most expensive ones.

Oyster sauce, cooking wine, seafood soy sauce, light and dark soy sauce, white vinegar, aged vinegar, ketchup, chili bean paste, brown sugar, white sugar, thirteen-spice powder – Zhang Han grabbed some of each kind of seasoning.

He didn't need to buy staple foods like rice and flour, as New Moon Mountain had the world's best rice and wheat.

He also bought some cooking oils like soybean oil, salad oil, and corn oil, along with some garlic, ginger, and other auxiliary ingredients. This completed the condiment shopping.

So, Zhang Han paid for the first batch of items and took them back to the car. Then, he returned for a second round of shopping.

This time, he bought kitchenware.

Pots, pans, bowls, and chopsticks were essential. He bought a small number of ceramic bowls and chopsticks, but he bought quite a few disposable food containers and disposable chopsticks, planning to use them if guests ever came.

He also picked out various household items like refrigerator magnets, wall stickers, brooms, mops, towels, and bath towels.

Just as Zhang Han was pushing the shopping cart to the checkout counter...

In the vegetable section to the front left, a little boy about Mengmeng's age was also sitting in a cart. A cold and elegant young woman was pushing the cart, and beside her, an old man with graying hair, appearing to be in his fifties, was picking vegetables.

As he picked, the old man's face suddenly turned ashen, and he looked a bit dizzy.

He clutched his chest with his right hand, gasping for breath. He tried to cough, but nothing came out. He just choked on it, then slumped sideways and fell to the ground.

"Ah!"

The woman let out a scream. "Dad, what's wrong? What's wrong? Dad, wake up..."

The woman panicked, shouting in distress, "Help!"

Staff members from the other side immediately rushed over. A manager's face flashed with anxiety, and he said sternly, "Don't move the old man's body. First, pinch his philtrum and press his chest. Hurry, I'll call an ambulance right now."

As he spoke, the man took out his phone and hurriedly dialed the emergency number.

Two staff members present were attending to the old man, one pressing his chest and the other pinching his philtrum. However, the one pressing his chest clearly didn't dare to apply much force, looking hesitant.

The cold and elegant woman and the little boy cried in distress beside them.

"What do we do? What do we do..." Even as a mother, the cold and elegant woman was at a loss.

"Daddy, hug," Mengmeng said, extending her little arms fearfully, asking for a hug.

Zhang Han scooped Mengmeng into his arms with one hand while pushing the cart forward with the other.

"Daddy, what's wrong with that old grandpa?" Mengmeng asked in a small voice, pouting.

"He might be sick."

Zhang Han replied.

Although Zhang Han was only at the Qi Refining Stage, he could transmit a small amount of spiritual energy through touch. If he were to examine the old man, he would know which part of his body was having problems.

But Zhang Han had no intention of meddling.

In the depths of his pupils was a detached indifference towards life, as if saying: his life and death had nothing to do with him.

Zhang Han had cultivated for five hundred years and had witnessed countless deaths. Ordinary people were like ants to him. A powerful being could destroy a planet with a single palm strike. Planets were populated by countless beings, many of whom didn't deserve to die, yet they perished at the hands of powerful cultivators simply because they were as weak as ants. Their lives and deaths were merely a matter of the strong's whim.

Although Zhang Han had never done anything so destructive, he had witnessed such events.

As Zhang Han walked past the crowd, the two staff members who were pressing the old man's chest and philtrum suddenly exclaimed, "His breathing is getting weaker, and his hands and feet are getting cold. What do we do?"

The manager's face turned pale. He was starting to get scared. If someone died here, regardless of his involvement, it would affect him.

"I'm a doctor, let me take a look!"

A middle-aged man in his forties wearing glasses squeezed his way in from the outside.

After he spoke, the crowd quickly made way for him. He walked up to the old man, squatted down, opened his eyelids to check his pupils, then felt for pulses on his wrist and neck, and finally pressed his chest a couple more times.

His brow furrowed gradually.

"What's wrong with my dad? Doctor, what's wrong with my dad?" the cold and elegant woman cried.

"The situation isn't good. The symptoms might be heart and lung failure. Five minutes. If the ambulance doesn't arrive by then... well..." the middle-aged man shook his head and sighed.

"Ah!" The cold and elegant woman let out a mournful cry and burst into tears.

"Wuwuwu, Grandpa, Grandpa..." The little boy in the cart finally understood that his grandfather might be dying and began to cry sadly. A desolate atmosphere instantly filled the scene, and occasional sighs could be heard from the crowd.

Zhang Han held Mengmeng and pushed the cart forward.

After walking a few steps, he noticed Mengmeng was unusually quiet. He looked down and saw that Mengmeng was on the verge of tears.

"Mengmeng..." Zhang Han paused, and as soon as he spoke, Mengmeng's little arms wrapped around him.

"Daddy..." Mengmeng choked out, "Daddy, you have to be healthy, you can't get sick. Mengmeng can't be without you... They're so pitiful..."

Tears rolled down Mengmeng's cheeks. It wasn't because the old man's condition was scary, but seeing the little boy's sad expression had shifted Mengmeng's mood.

Unbeknownst to them, it was precisely because of Mengmeng's tears that the old man's life was saved.

"Daddy won't get sick, don't worry, Mengmeng. There, there, don't cry, be good," Zhang Han said, stroking Mengmeng's head. He pondered for a moment, then shook his head slightly and said softly, "Mengmeng, don't cry. How about Daddy wakes up that old grandpa, okay?"