The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 836

After a quick tidying up, I drove straight to the mall where Quinn and I had agreed to meet.

She was waiting at the entrance of the mall. When she saw me, she could not help but complain, "You dillydally too much. Come a bit later and I'd have frozen into an ice sculpture."

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Why did she have to wait outside?

I helplessly sighed. "The road's too slippery. I couldn't drive too fast.”

She snorted coldly and said no more. She turned around and walked into the mall.

We took the elevator to the first basement floor to grab a cart.

Quinn crossed her arms and spoke in a commanding tone, "How can one cart be enough? Get another."

"Okay," I helplessly responded.

When we entered the supermarket, she stopped acting like a noblewoman and more like a nagging middle-aged woman. She was constantly comparing brands, complaining non-stop.

"Are you indecisive, Quinn?" I asked with a smile.

Quinn was stunned, then tossed both brands of goods into the cart. She said in disdain, "Only the poor are indecisive.”

I was rendered speechless and followed behind her as she continued walking forward.

"Do you know how to make a wrap?" Quinn heartlessly complained, "Don't tell me you've been buying frozen wraps every new year?"

I nodded forcefully. "I would either buy frozen ones or ready-made ones and add fresh ingredients to them."

Quinn snorted. "You're unbelievable."

Was I supposed to get mad now?

When I saw Quinn grabbing a bag of flour and putting i t into the shopping cart, I had no way of retorting anymore. She knew how and I did not, so I had definitely lost here.

After shopping at the supermarket, Quinn finished paying for the groceries and ordered the supermarket’s delivery service to send them home.

Later, she brought me to a Japanese restaurant as a reward for shopping with her.

I gladly accepted the free meal.

When we had taken our seats, Quinn said, "This

Japanese restaurant is an authentic one. You should try it."

I nodded with a smile. "Since you say that it's good, then it should be really good."

My words had flattered Quinn, which put a smile on her face.

"There’s an authentic Japanese restaurant in Salt City too. I often dined there before I came to Whaldorf City."

Her words carried a strong sense of nostalgia.

She left Salt City when she reached adulthood, and home existed only in her memory now.

This Japanese restaurant was not what she loved, but i t was the taste of home in her memories.

When I was upset as a kid, Mother would give me a piece of candy. I loved eating candy now not because I liked it but because the sweetness reminded me of my beloved childhood.

Before the dishes were served, I planned to use the washroom. I got up, saying, "I'm going to the washroom, Quinn."

"I'll go with you." Quinn stood up with me. "I need to wash my hands too."