They did not spend much time choosing phones. Qiu Wuji pulled Chu Ge straight into a store selling the same brand Mengmeng used, saying that if Mengmeng liked it, the brand must have something going for it.
So when old ladies shopped, they mainly relied on recommendations from friends and family. The same went for Ten Thousand Years Old.
Fortunately, she had no plans to buy the same frog car as Mengmeng. Otherwise, even selling Chu Ge might not have covered it.
Phones were no great problem. Chu Ge happened to like the brand too, and since he had been using his own phone for years, he decided to replace it as well.
Then they discovered that this year's new models were actually cheaper than in previous years. Neither of them needed all those gigabytes anyway, so they bought a matching pair, one black and one white, and happily headed home with their bags.
"Why is the lowest configuration called medium, and the middle configuration called large?" Qiu Wuji asked Chu Ge in disbelief. "Where did small go?"
"The boss of Starbucks drank it."
Qiu Wuji: "?"
"Why did you only ask after we bought them? I thought you'd corner a sales assistant and ask in the store." Chu Ge asked, "You seemed a little distracted while we were choosing phones?"
"You could choose. I don't understand them anyway." Qiu Wuji was still drinking her milk tea, biting the straw somewhat absently. Suddenly, she turned back again to look at the poster growing farther and farther away.
Chu Ge understood. "Did that poster remind you of something? Our opponent in Magic City that day? The musician?"
"Yes." Qiu Wuji said, "There are plenty of foreign musicians. Of course I can't suspect every pianist I see of being that man. It