Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1488: Chapter 1488: If you want to lift my hand, hold on tight Chapter 1488: Chapter 1488: If you want to lift my hand, hold on tight The fresh food supermarket outside the resort claims to be a supermarket, but it looks more like a large mall nestled among several five-star hotels.

Besides fruit and vegetables, it also has snacks and some essential items for beachside fun.

“Baron Lawrence, you push a cart; I’ll choose the vegetables,” Enna Clark naturally commanded upon arriving at the supermarket entrance.

Was this woman directing him?

Baron Lawrence narrowed his eyes but, surprisingly, wasn’t angry. He followed her instructions and pushed a cart.

The supermarket was divided into a fruit and vegetable section, a seafood section, and a deli meat section.

No sooner had they walked in than Enna Clark asked him what he wanted to eat, and Baron Lawrence had already put a bag of something into the cart.

She turned around, saw clearly what was in the cart, and asked, confused, “Baron Lawrence, why did you take papaya?”

What could you use papaya for in a dish?

As far as she knew, papayas could only be used in desserts, but those high-difficulty things were definitely not her forte.

“You… want to eat papaya?” She didn’t know if the five-star hotel’s chef could make papaya desserts.

Without missing a beat, Baron Lawrence gave her a look and slightly lifted his perfect jaw, “Who said I wanted to eat it?”

“…” If he wasn’t going to eat it, what was the point of buying it?

The next second, the domineering man gave the answer, “It’s for you to eat!”

While saying this, he didn’t forget to give her chest a quick glance.

The implication couldn’t be more clear.

Enna Clark’s cheeks suddenly turned red like they had just been scalded, not sure if it was out of anger or embarrassment from having it brought up in public.

She quickly grabbed his hand, tossed the papaya out of the cart, and headed for the seafood section instead.

This time she was smart, not asking what he wanted to eat again, and simply chose to buy what she knew how to cook.

Buying two shrimps, she could make some seafood porridge.

Hm… get a fish filleted, and make some boiled fish.

Enna Clark thought it over, and said to the fish seller, “Boss, could you get me half a pound of fresh shrimp and a smaller turbot fish, please?”

Boiled fish was too spicy; Baron Lawrence preferred milder flavors. It was decided—it was better to make steamed turbot fish.

Then, she would quickly stir-fry some lettuce; that would be almost enough for the two of them.

“Alrighty.” The seafood boss got the shrimp and turbot fish for them, cleaned it up, priced it, and handed it over.

“Thank you.”

Enna Clark put the purchased goods into the cart and then walked over to the vegetable section.

With a menu in mind, shopping went much faster, and she headed straight to the sections for green onions, ginger, and lettuce, carefully choosing a few tender stems to put into the cart.

In no time, the shopping was done, and Enna Clark’s spirits were high as she turned up the corners of her mouth, saying, “Let’s go, we’ll line up to check out.”

“Is that all you’re buying?” frowned Baron Lawrence.

He looked disdainfully at the sparse contents of the cart, voicing his dissatisfaction.

Unperturbed, Enna Clark pushed the cart forward, walking and saying, “It’s just the two of us; two dishes are enough, and seafood porridge doesn’t even need to be served with other dishes. Come on, let’s hurry to check out and head back; you’re hungry, aren’t you? I’ll start cooking right away. Porridge takes some time to make.”

“…” This woman was just brushing him off! But damn it, he was actually willing to be brushed off by her!

Baron Lawrence, wearing a peaked cap, paid and followed Enna Clark, who was already waiting outside, carrying the purchased items, and said, “Let’s go.”

“Do you need help carrying anything?”

No sooner had her words fallen than the outstretched hand was firmly held by the man’s larger one, and the domineering man, without turning back, said, “If you want to carry something, carry my hand—hold tight!”