Chapter 764: UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTERThis was Misha's first time shopping for monthly basic necessities and he was unfamiliar with this activity, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it. As long as it involved Kia and Mika, of course he would be able to enjoy it.
"Don't buy that much pudding," Kia protested, she glared at Misha who was about to put three boxes of Mika's favorite pudding in the cart.
"So what?" Misha brought his own trolley and was about to put three boxes of pudding in it and a few boxes of chocolate and some boxes of snacks that he thought Mika liked.
Meanwhile, their cute daughter was sitting in the trolley quietly watching Misha and Kia who had different opinions every step of the way.
"Where do you want to put the food boxes?" asked Kia in frustration, it seemed like the differences in their economic life was so far apart and the concept of shopping in Misha's head really needed to be fixed.
If Kia only bought a few items to taste, then Misha would buy them in the number of boxes of these items.
"Of course in the refrigerator," said Misha in a matter of fact tone, he looked confused. Where else would he put these puddings?
Kia closed his eyes and Mika tilted her head, usually when it was like this, her mother was holding back her annoyance.
"How big do you think the fridge in my house is?" Kia grumbled. She was still trying to be patient, even though it felt like she was talking to an impudent five-year-old. "You've seen it yourself, haven't you? The refrigerator in my house can only fit a few things, not to mention Keira's stuff. Where am I going to put all that stuff? You think I have a freezer room?"
Misha was silent for a moment, as if he had just remembered how small the refrigerator in Kia's apartment was and what was more, she had to use it together with her roommate.
Actually the refrigerator was not too small and was of a standard size, but when compared to the Tordoff family's… of course it was very different.
"We can buy a new refrigerator," Misha said lightly. "Besides, the refrigerator in your apartment looks old and unfit for use."
Looks old and unusable? From what angle could Misha say that when the refrigerator was still functioning so well?
"Where are you going to put a fridge bigger than that? The kitchen in my apartment is too small to fit a bigger fridge," Kia grumbled.
"Then you can move to a bigger apartment," Misha suggested. "We can find a bigger apartment near where you work."
The place where Kia worked is downtown, which meant the apartments around it were elite apartments and some units, Kia was sure, were under the Tordoff family name.
"No," said Kia immediately, without even thinking about it.
"Or can you move to my place? I will prepare a driver to chauffeur you around when you work," Misha suggested. He was following Kia from behind, pushing his trolley full of food boxes.
"No," said Kia firmly. How come someone who worked in a bar and restaurant had a driver to chauffeur them around?
"What if…" Misha didn't have time to finish his sentence but, Kia had stopped her steps and Misha almost hit her with his trolley because he was walking right behind her.
"How about you put all the boxes where they belong?" said Kia. "I won't accept the food, you can buy it and take it back to your house."
Mika poked her head out of the trolley and looked at Misha who was speechless.
But, as if he was still trying to persuade Kia to change his mind, he then ran his trolley to the side of Kia's trolley and looked at Mika.
"You want this?" Misha asked, showing Mika the boxes in his trolley, but the little girl shook her head. She knew the assignment. If Mommy said 'no', it meant she couldn't think about it either.
"You can't eat too much sweet, you'll have a hole in your teeth," said Mika innocently, as if she was advising Misha while patting the man's hand innocently.
"Now put the boxes back where they belong," Kia said in a firmer voice.
Unable to deny nor give reasonable advice, defeatedly, Misha finally relented. "Okay." He then pushed the trolley back in the opposite direction to return all the boxes he had taken.
He was silent for a moment, he felt like a child being told to return the toy he wanted. He had seen a scene like this before.
Meanwhile, Kia pushed the trolley toward the milk section, because Mika's milk seemed to be running out.
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