They reached Ding Shu's car before they reached the market.
As they were about to part, Ding Ding looked at his exceedingly awkward fourth sister.
Some people had so little that they built a wall of cold indifference around themselves, partly to hide their straitened circumstances and partly to comfort themselves that they did not care at all.
What they truly thought, however, was something outsiders had no way of knowing.
"Don't you have anything to ask me?" Ding Ding asked.
Ding Shu opened her mouth, her eyes lowered in deliberate avoidance.
"What would I have to ask?"
"..." Ding Ding sighed inwardly. "They're all doing pretty well."
Ding Shu froze for a moment, then took out her car keys, opened the door, got in, and started the car in one smooth sequence. She stepped on the gas and lowered the window, letting a few indifferent words drift out.
"Who cares?"
If you don't care, why eat beef noodles with them? Ding Ding thought.
Naturally, they could not skimp on food during a holiday. Ding Ding took Bai Congming to the market and bought chicken, duck, fish, and meat, filling both his hands with bags. He might as well have had two words carved on his forehead.
Wealthy household.
"I'll carry some!"
Empty-handed, Bai Congming wanted to take some of the bags from Ding Ding and share his load.
Ding Ding tried twice to fend him off, but could not, and finally gave him one small bag.
"Here, carry this. This one's super heavy."
One yuan's worth of scallions. Heavy enough to crush a person, truly.
"It's not heavy!" Bai Congming lifted his chin and puffed out his chest. "Little Bai is strong!"
Ding Ding laughed behind him. "Yes, Little Bai is the strongest!"
"..."
It was cold, and by