Ye Que stood there with forty yuan in his hand, finding himself at a loss for words.
Seated on the sofa, Ye Lantian laughed and said, "Dad, why do you always run to the vegetable market? The supermarket is just nearby. Besides, the way you're dressed, don't you feel it cheapens your image?"
Truly, ever since they stayed over, the two of them transformed from affluent elite into ordinary folk that no one would believe.
Spouting notions of experiencing an ordinary family life, and claiming this way of living makes them happy.
In Ye Lantian's eyes, they're tired of the good life and doing this deliberately just to suffer.
"Is it?" Ye Que glanced at his own outfit, feeling quite fine, and looked up at Ye Lantian, "I think it fits the vibe of a regular old man quite well!"
