Chapter 975: [975] What does the teacher like?

“You’re right, you don’t have an income. Say it was the guy next to you who bought it. If he can’t come out with the words, you help him,” Gao Zhaocheng arranged their respective lines, “The teacher won’t suspect him of spending money; he is the boss’s son.”

Song Xueling continued to lay flat.

Unexpectedly, Xie Wanying continued to argue for him, “But Teacher Lu might suspect, why would Doctor Song buy so much stuff to take to her house? The teacher doesn’t take bribes.”

“Are you speaking for him, or can you not tell lies?” Gao Zhaocheng challenged her statement.

Song Xueling sneakily peeked at her from the corner of his eye, also curious about her answer.

“I can’t tell lies,” Xie Wanying admitted, knowing how easily she could give herself away.

“You can’t tell lies, but you could spout nonsense right in front of us yesterday?” Gao Zhaocheng pointed out her performance yesterday was worthy of an award-winning actress.

Yesterday’s situation was special, how could it be compared to today. Xie Wanying was almost at her wits’ end.

“Use your brain, think like you did yesterday. Think of Teacher Lu as a patient, you’re lying to bring stuff to her house for her own good,” Gao Zhaocheng helped her to sort out her thoughts.

“Senior brother, your reasoning doesn’t make sense.”

Pff.

Hearing this laugh, Xie Wanying turned her face: When did Doctor Song become someone who laughed so much?

Song Xueling tried hard to smooth the wide grin at the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t always be such a literal thinker,” Gao Zhaocheng chided her way of thinking.

Cough. Tao Zhijie, who was silently driving, cleared his throat, displaying displeasure. This was his car, and without his consent, no one should criticize his people.

In someone else’s territory, Gao Zhaocheng had no choice but to shut his mouth for the time being.

The car reached the supermarket entrance and parked.

This was a mid- to large-sized supermarket chain closest to the hospital, quite famous for having both domestic and imported goods, far more comprehensive than a small stall. It was clear the senior brothers intended to buy some good things to take to the teacher’s house, indicating that the teacher must be sick.

The group quickly got out of the car and entered the supermarket. It was the rush hour after work, and the place was crowded. The checkout line was long.

Seeing this, Gao Zhaocheng designated a task, “One of you go line up first.”

“I’ll go.” Song Xueling responded in a flash, turning to join the queue, clearly not well-versed in shopping.

The others headed to the fruit section.

The shelves were brimming with goods, and the most in-season summer fruits were various melons. Ordinary watermelons weighing about ten pounds, the small and sweet, recently popular Black Beauty, honeydew, and papayas were relatively expensive. Peaches weren’t fully in season and were also on the pricey side. Bayberries were a good choice. Sour and sweet mangoes could bring a taste of the tropics; some loved them, others were too scared to try. Dragon fruits, Navel oranges, and durians were purely imported back then and cost an arm and a leg.

Along the way, they saw roasted chestnuts, and Gao Zhaocheng stopped, muttering, “Teacher Lu likes chestnuts, let’s buy some.”

Tao Zhijie, with a clearer goal, picked up a shopping basket from the store and selected some good-looking bayberries.

Seeing the senior brothers shop like expert housewives, Xie Wanying could step aside.

“Hey!” Someone from the crowd called out to the familiar faces, it was Yu Xuexian making his way through the crowd towards them. Seeing someone picking bayberries, he immediately corrected, “Don’t take that, she doesn’t eat them. She only likes apples.”

In response, Tao Zhijie continued choosing his own fruits, saying, “Teacher Lu isn’t picky about food.”