Transformed into a heartthrob's simp, every day is a battleground.

Chapter 82 Xiaoxiao Supermarket

Yan Yu sat motionless opposite him, as if Yan Xun had cast a petrification spell.

After a long while, he managed a weak smile. "...This kind of dream is really annoying."

He didn't press further, as if afraid that Yan Xun would say something he didn't like.

Yan Yu was busy with the sacrificial ceremony, so he couldn't stay there forever. After Yan Xun finished eating, he packed the bowls and chopsticks into a food box and took them away. Before leaving, he gave Yan Xun a few more instructions, telling him to be quiet and careful during this time.

Yan Xun sat there, waving his hand, looking absent-minded.

As soon as Yan Yu left, Yan Xun pushed open the door and walked towards Xiaoxiao Supermarket.

The shopkeeper was still sitting behind the counter, studying the lottery tickets. Yan Xun walked over and leaned on the counter. "I want to go for a walk outside the village."

The boss looked up at him and said, "Go by yourself if you want to."

"Don't expect me to take you."

Yan Xun didn't mind and took an ice pop from the freezer at the supermarket entrance. "Put it on Yan Yu's tab."

The boss waved his hand to indicate that he understood.

Yan Xun tore open the packaging paper and threw it into the cardboard box that served as a trash can. He then wandered around Xiaoxiao Supermarket with an ice pop in his mouth. He looked at the snack section for a while, then at the household goods section, and finally asked the owner, "Do you really have any business here?"

"I see such a thick layer of dust on the shampoo," he said, holding up his finger to show the shopkeeper the dust on his fingertip, proving that what he said was true.

How could the boss possibly see the dust on his fingers from where he was? "Don't cause trouble."

"Anyway, someone will always come to buy."

Yan Xun wandered around the supermarket for a while and noticed a small wooden door behind the shelves selling household goods. "Boss, do you usually live in the store?"

"Where can we go if we don't stay at the shop?" The owner was still studying lottery tickets. "We don't have that much spare money to buy houses or land."

The door was locked. Yan Xun looked around for a while, then went back to the counter and sat down next to the owner as if they were old friends. He mumbled while biting on an ice pop, "Boss, why did you decide to come back here and open a convenience store?"

"There is absolutely no business."

"Aren't you just a business?" the boss retorted.

He turned another page of the newspaper. "It'll get lively in a few days."

“People from the village come to buy things occasionally,” he said, then looked at Yan Xun, “Why are you concerned about this?”

"Trying to steal my job and start a business in Wusheng Village?"

"I'm bored." Yan Xun said matter-of-factly. He crunched the popsicle into pieces, held the stick in his hand for a while, and said, "Another one, please." He handed it to the shopkeeper.

"Go get it yourself."

The shopkeeper glanced at the wooden stick he was handed over with disdain.

"I've put it here." Yan Xun placed the wooden stick on a corner of the counter, "so you won't say I didn't give it to you."

The boss nodded perfunctorily and then looked down at the lottery tickets again.

Yan Xun took another one from the freezer, tore open the wrapper, and sat down next to the boss.

"Don't you have summer homework?" the boss couldn't help but ask. "Aren't you going back to do your homework?"

“No,” Yan Xun said, taking another bite of his peach-flavored popsicle. “What were you doing in the city before?”

"What else can we do?" The boss said, annoyed by Yan Xun, but perhaps Wusheng Village was really too boring, so he tacitly allowed Yan Xun to sit down and bother him. "Just work, go to get off work and get off work, eat and sleep."

As he spoke, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and took a puff, ignoring Yan Xun standing beside him.

“Little brat,” the boss said, “adult life is tough.”

"I work overtime every day..." he said, a cigarette between his fingers, "and I don't even have time to rest."

"Letting you rest means I don't want you anymore."

"It's better to come back." The boss put a cigarette in his mouth, shook his leg, and looked down at the newspaper again.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he looked outside the supermarket and said, "Hey, you should hide."

"Otherwise, I won't be able to explain myself."

Just as Yan Xun was about to ask what instructions he needed, he heard some footsteps... According to the plot, he really couldn't show up right now.

He glanced around, then immediately pushed back his chair and squatted behind the counter. The shopkeeper then casually tossed his coat, which was hanging behind the chair, over Yan Xun to cover him up.

The coat had just been put on Yan Xun when he heard footsteps and the voices of Meng Zhi and the others.

Perhaps because Wusheng Village is indeed not very big, and with Yan Yu watching over Cimu Hall during the day, they dared not trespass. They could only look for clues everywhere, and eventually ended up at Xiaoxiao Supermarket.

This time, it was Ruan Yun and Meng Zhi who came again.

They bought some things first, and then started chatting, trying to find out how the boss usually went out to purchase goods.

—Probably to find out where his delivery truck was parked.

Yan Xun squatted behind the counter in a cramped and narrow space. When the boss shook his leg, his knee would bump into Yan Xun's shoulder.

"Why are you asking so many questions?" the boss asked impatiently, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "Are you trying to find out where I source my goods?"

Meng Zhi said some kind words, while Ruan Yun looked at the items in the small shop.

"Boss, you still haven't seen Yan Xun?" Ruan Yun asked again.

"No," the boss said firmly. "Get out of the way and don't disturb my business."

Xiaoxiao Supermarket wasn't very big; no matter how carefully you browsed, you could finish in a quarter of an hour at most. Seeing that they couldn't get any information from the owner, Ruan Yun and Meng Zhi had no choice but to leave.

Just as Yan Xun was about to take off his coat to catch his breath, the boss pressed his head down again, making him squat behind the counter.

Sure enough, someone else walked into Xiaoxiao Supermarket.

This time, however, the voice was unfamiliar.

"The sacrificial ceremony is about to begin, so why are there still so few people in the village?"

The voice sounded quite young, and judging from the tone of voice, the person was probably from the village.

"They're not back yet." The boss took another drag of his cigarette. "There are still a few days left."

"Is Yan Yu getting married again this time?" The man smiled enigmatically. "That's quite ruthless."

The boss didn't respond this time, but just silently smoked his cigarette.

"When did you open your supermarket?" the man asked again. "I didn't expect you to have returned to Wusheng Village."

"Just for the next two years," the boss said. "It's tough out there, it's more stable to come home."

The other person responded a few times, then bought some daily necessities from the shop owner and left Xiaoxiao Supermarket.

Yan Xun only lifted his coat and sat back down in the chair he had pushed away after he heard him walk away.

He was still holding the peach popsicle in his hand. It was hot, and the popsicle had melted quite a bit, with the syrup running down his fingers and onto his arm.

Yan Xun glanced at it, then turned to the shopkeeper and said, "Paper."

"Do you think you can boss your servants around?" the boss said irritably, but still found a pack of napkins behind the counter, pulled out a few and stuffed them into Yan Xun's hands.

The cigarette in his hand was almost finished.

The boss casually stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.

Yan Xun wiped the sugar water off her hands, but still felt a sticky and uncomfortable feeling.

He came out from behind the counter, grabbed another bottle of mineral water, and said, "The usual."

"Get out of here," the boss said.

Yan Xun waved his hand, took a few steps, then suddenly turned back and looked at the boss.

They called his name.

The boss looked up at him.

"I'm leaving." Yan Xun turned back and walked towards the small house where he was staying temporarily.

He simply called out the name he saw on his employee ID in his dream.