While Xiang Wencun was picking out clothes, Chen Hao started looking for things for the Queen Mother of the West.
To get on her good side, Chen Hao dared not be the slightest bit careless with his selections.
He first headed to the women's bra section. The moment he walked in, he drew the attention of quite a few women.
Chen Hao had a thick skin anyway, so he ignored their strange looks and tossed anything that looked good into his shopping cart.
When Xiang Wencun saw him, she said disdainfully, "Chen Hao, why are you buying so many bras?"
She picked one up and took a look, then exclaimed in shock, "This has to be at least an SSS cup! Did you buy it to wear on your head?"
Chen Hao clicked his tongue. "You don't understand. Just because you can't use it doesn't mean other people can't. I've got an important use for these."
"I don't understand?" Xiang Wencun indignantly thrust out her chest, as though showing off her impressive assets.
Instead, Chen Hao took a B-cup bra from the cart and tossed it to her. "This one suits you."
"Damn you, Chen Hao! Get back here!"
Besides underwear, Chen Hao bought all sorts of high heels, knee-high boots, qipaos, necklaces, and jewelry. He practically bought everything a woman could use.
When Chen Hao pushed his enormous cartload to the checkout, the young women at the registers stared in bewilderment, then started speaking to him in English.
Honestly, Chen Hao wanted to show off his English to them, but his ability simply wasn't up to it.
Listening to English that might as well have been gibberish, Chen Hao froze on the spot.
Xiang Wencun poked his shoulder. "Don't just listen without saying anything. Aren't you supposed to be