Isn't this Emily? By the way, you changed into a new set of clothes today? Are you Cardcaptor Sakura?

This time, the bow was tied to the young neck, and the props for fixing the twin tails were replaced by red thin hair ropes. The black dress was quite gothic, with white stockings underneath the skirt, and a pair of thickened bottoms under her feet.

The doll shoes are also decorated with two silver crosses on the upper... This unusual dress really looks like something a celebrity would make!

He also wore a pair of sunglasses on his face to hide his identity.

If you really want to hide your identity, don't wear such dazzling clothes. By the way, your golden hair is bright enough! Although there have been more and more foreigners in this city over the years, everyone has begun to take it for granted.

There will no longer be such impolite behavior as inhumane watching of foreign guests, but a well-decorated doll like you will still attract attention when walking among the crowd!

Moreover, the sunglasses she bought were a bit too big and tended to slip off her slightly upturned nose, so she had to hold them up with her hands from time to time.

Pushing the shopping cart with great effort, I would look left and right after taking a few steps, as if I was afraid of being followed.

Could it be that he was stalked by a stalker in the United States?

Finally, we stopped under the shelf selling potato chips.

Even through her sunglasses, you can see her blue eyes shining with desire for potato chips.

It's like a cat that has been hungry for three days and sees dried fish after a long absence.

Is it that exaggerated? Aren’t you Americans the one who invented junk food like potato chips? You’ve long been tired of eating all kinds of potato chips in the United States, right?

Emily reached for the can of potato chips on the shelf.

However, the height of the potato chips placed was a little awkward. Even Emily, who was only 1.4 meters tall, couldn't reach them even with her feet raised. She stretched her arms desperately to reach the potato chips at a high place.

Still not enough.

I stopped to take a few breaths, then raised my feet and tried again.

I tried so hard that I made a "wuwu~~" sound, but it was still in vain.

Hey, your expression is so unwilling! It’s aggrieved and fierce, as if it’s saying “God must hate me!”. Do you really want to eat potato chips? Do you even disrespect your God to eat potato chips?

?If Satan can get the potato chips for you, maybe you will not hesitate to sign a contract with Satan for the potato chips. Even if the world is destroyed because of this, you will sit back contentedly and eat potato chips while watching the apocalypse.

wrong?

But the counters on the shelves are probably owed wages by Wal-Mart, right? It must be to retaliate against the company that they put the potato chips so high? This kind of children's food should be placed at the bottom!

There was no one next to the snack aisle, but even if there was someone, she would be too proud to ask for help, right? Last time I tried to give her directions but she scolded me.

Eh? Still unwilling to give up? Realizing that it is impossible to reach the potato chips just by relying on your own height, have you started climbing on the shopping cart? Do you want to step on the shopping cart as a stepping stone to get precious potato chips?

Be careful, even if you are very light you are still in danger! Hey, hey, you are shaking! There is no use waving your arms and twin tails to keep your balance! You are going to fall! You are really going to fall! You will fall on your head.

!

I rushed forward and caught Emily who fell from behind.

She was very light, and her waist felt like it would break at the slightest touch. I held her waist with both hands and gently placed her on the ground like a kitten.

Emily was in shock, her little chest was heaving, and her sunglasses were completely off, and it looked ridiculous hanging on her face.

As soon as she recovered, she immediately broke away from my hand. She seemed to feel embarrassed, her face was red, and she had an annoying expression of "Who wants you to mind your own business?"

She bit her lip and looked over at me. When she saw my face, she was obviously taken aback.

I decided to speak before she scolded me, to at least tease her and teach her a lesson.

"What? You want potato chips? Can you tell me if you want potato chips? How would I know you want potato chips if you don't tell me?"

Emily was frightened by my strange remarks and took a step back. She must have never watched "Westward Journey".

I admired the expression on the face of this doll with a bad personality who was scared back by me, so I continued:

"It's impossible that you don't want me to give it to you, but you don't want the truth that I have to give you~~"

"Stalker!!"

Emily screamed at me.

"You, a person from the Western Regions, are you calling me a stalker? I am an eminent monk from the Tang Dynasty in the East!"

"abnormal!!"

Her voice got louder and louder, and I was a little worried about attracting the security guard.

So I casually reached out and took down a can of potato chips from the shelf, held it out of Emily's reach and shook it.

"Would you like potato chips, Miss Emily?"

I wanted to say this, but when I said the three words "Emily", maybe because I was not used to pronouncing foreign names, I accidentally lost a sound and ended up saying:

"Would you like potato chips, Miss Amy?"

I blushed. I didn't expect that my English was so bad that I could even mispronounce people's names that had been translated into Chinese.

A look of confusion and doubt appeared on Emily's face.

"Stalker, how do you know my real name?"

"ah?"

"Ai Mier is my stage name. Only people in my family call me Amy!"

Did I accidentally hit it? But I think the name Amy is very good! It is closer to an ordinary Chinese name, and the pronunciation is short. I have decided to call you Amy from now on!

If I can make you angry, that's exactly what I want.

Amy looked wary of me. I thought she might kick me again at any time, so I also protected my lower body.

"You also appeared at the subway station yesterday...could it be that my mother sent you here to monitor me?"

"Ah? I don't know your mother! Besides, who wants to spy on their own daughter?"

"Of course -"

Amy pointed at the potato chips hanging in mid-air by me full of grief and anger.

"Of course it's because of this!!"

"Because of the potato chips?"

"Of course it's because of the potato chips!! Because of my mother, I have never eaten potato chips since I was a child! Not even once!!"

Amy's face showed an expression of grievance, resentment, and a little bit of anger.

Is it true that she has never eaten potato chips even once? Even if it is for the health of her children, is this mother going a little too far?

But now that I know your weakness is potato chips, I can take revenge on the subway.

I shook the potato chip can in the air again and again, and the potato chips inside made a swishing sound.

"Evil-minded guy! Don't shake the jar!!"

Amy looked like she was about to cry because of my anger.

"Do you want to?"

"..."

"If you want to, apologize to me, and I'll give you the potato chips if you apologize."

"..."

"You don't need to say too much when apologizing. You just need to bow your head and salute, saying: 'I'm sorry, it was my fault that I kicked someone last time. I'm a smelly little girl who's not sensible. Brother, please forgive me.'"

That’s what I’ll accept.”

Amy remained silent, but her blue eyes, which were fixed on the potato chip, and the eagerness in her eyes betrayed her.

"I, I will never apologize to you, a stalker!"

Amy put her hand into the bulging small bag on her waist and pulled out a stack of brand new RMB with a face value of 100 yuan. She held it up as high as she could to get my attention.

"This is the commission I give you! Give me the potato chips and you can take these red banknotes!"

At least 10 hundred-dollar bills, and Amy didn't look distressed at all.

Also, because the U.S. dollar is green, is the first impression of RMB the red banknote?

Buying a can of potato chips from me for 1,000 yuan (and I am not the actual owner yet) is really a luxury that we ordinary people cannot imagine!

There must be a limit to spending money indiscriminately! If I could meet stupid, rich kids like you every day, I would become a millionaire by doing nothing but standing here helping people get potato chips!

"Quick, take the banknotes away! Isn't it too little?"

Amy took out another stack from the bag.

"Add these! Change the potato chips in your hand! If you are greedy, these should be enough!"

This situation makes me want to get potato chips frantically!

I felt that teasing her was enough, so I handed over the can of potato chips in my hand.

Amy took the potato chip with twinkling eyes. She wanted to hold it against her chest, rub it against her chest, and give the potato chip a few sweet kisses. The way she hugged the potato chip was like hugging the Oscar-winning actress.

Academy Award.

"The agreed commission will be given to you!"

Amy poked me in the arm with the wad of bills.

"Then just take the commission and walk away! You are no longer of use!"

She looks like an irritating young lady.

I didn't pick up the wad of bills.

It's not that I regard money as dirt, but I know that if I take it, the contempt in Amy's blue eyes will be even stronger.

I don’t know why, but I really don’t want to be looked down upon by this little doll.

"Why don't you accept it? Aren't you people in China the most greedy for money?"

I suddenly wanted to laugh, why do you, an American, call us "Chinese people"? That's what we use to laugh at ourselves on the Internet.

But since you were able to use advanced particles such as "your sister" when we first met, you must have reached Level 10 in Chinese.

Judging from her Chinese proficiency, it cannot be achieved by a period of sudden study.

I am afraid that I have been listening to and speaking Chinese since I was a child. Apart from not writing very often and writing like a primary school student, I am definitely not inferior to Chinese people of the same age.

Since she is of mixed race, does she have Chinese blood flowing in her body? Is her father Chinese or her mother Chinese?

"Goodbye, keep the money for yourself, and put it away quickly to avoid being missed by thieves."

I turned around and left.

“You—come back to me!”

I ignored her and continued walking.

"Miss - I still have work for you!"

I was a little curious, so I stopped and looked back at her.

Amy pointed to the top of the shelf. Although she was very reluctant and embarrassed, she finally shouted:

"One can is not enough! Bring me more potato chips!!"

I was so angry and funny, so I walked back and took 5 or 6 cans of potato chips, a total of three different brands, and put them in Amy's shopping cart.

Amy was satisfied.

"You...really don't want commission?"

"Chinese people don't eat food that comes from abroad, and we are all living Lei Feng. Is there anything wrong?"

Amy didn't quite understand what I said. She frowned and thought for a while, then turned her head and snorted:

"It's none of your business, just go away!"

I put one hand in my pocket, turned around in a cool gesture, and walked away from Amy.

Let you US imperialists have a good look at the noble character of our Chinese people!

I stopped paying attention to where Amy went and started making plans for my dinner.

I bought vegetarian meatballs, flower rolls, and some beef with soy sauce.

I also bought the onions that dad ordered.

Go to the cashier to pay.

Putting all these foods in the shoulder basket, I walked happily through the frozen section of the supermarket while humming the theme song of "Tai Chi Zhang Sanfeng".

Suddenly I saw Amy again.

I saw two large 2.5-liter bottles of Coke in her shopping cart, which made the cart even heavier, and she was pushing it hard.

He was aimless, pushing for a while and then stopped to look around, showing a slightly sad and helpless expression.

When I passed by a certain store clerk, I seemed to want to ask something, but finally bit my lip hard and didn't ask.

He continued to push the squeaky shopping cart, walking proudly and lonely.

Hidden behind the arrogance is a lonely look that is swallowing tears back in his stomach.
Chapter completed!