The argument at the side attracted Kimberly's attention. She tiptoed over and saw two middle-aged women scolding each other over the ownership of a box of roasted chicken. Kimberly was hesitating whether she should dissuade them or not.

"Wait a minute." The staff member finally rushed over. "It's almost ready. The next batch of roasted chicken is almost ready. I'll give you the first one, okay? Line up first and stop arguing."

It turned out that roasted chicken was one of the signatures of this supermarket. It was sold in limited quantities every day, so there were often quarrels that resulted from such fights.

Kimberly was a little tempted when she saw the alluring golden roasted chicken. However, the endless line made her give up on the idea. "Forget it. It's still faster to buy a chicken."

She picked another chicken, bought some pork ribs and lamb chops, and planned to put them in the oven to roast. After walking around for a while and feeling that she didn't need anything, she went to pay the bill.

"Can I see your membership card? Thank you. Do you have a coupon?"

"No, I need two bags." Kimberly didn't know if it was her imagination, but she felt that the cashier was secretly sizing her up.

"Okay, it's a total of 1,342 dollars. What are you going to pay with?"

"Google Pay."

"Please put the QR code on this. Thank you."

Just as Kimberly was putting things into the bag, she heard the cashier who was helping her ask quietly, "Are you some kind of celebrity? You're so pretty."

"Me?" Kimberly was stunned for a moment, then she smiled at her. "No, but thank you for your compliment."

"Wow, you are so good-looking. You're more elegant than many internet celebrities," the cashier said with envy.

"Thank you. You're good too. You can train as much as I do." Kimberly patted her shoulder with a smile and encouraged her. "Good luck."

"Okay!" The cashier couldn't help but say regretfully when she saw her pushing the cart downstairs. "It would be great if she debuted. I will definitely support her by increasing her sales."

Feeling satisfied, Kimberly went home in a good mood. She carried the two big bags of things down from the car with great difficulty and carried them to the elevator. During that time, she wanted to give up countless times, but in the end, she simply put those bags on the ground and dragged them all the way back home.

She was glad that James was kind enough to lend her the car. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to carry these things home even if she was exhausted to death.

When she got home, Kimberly panted and called for James's help. "Help! Quick, help me move them into the fridge. I'm really tired."

James looked at the two big bags of things in silence. He glanced at the logo on the bags and asked with a subtle expression, "Why don't you order them at home if you're going to Sam Supermarket? They'll send the delivery in an hour."

"Huh?" Kimberly stood rooted to the ground as she looked at her hard-earned "trophies". "Don't they arrive the next day?"

"The surrounding ten kilometers are all within the range of distribution. It'll be here in an hour." James took the bags from her hands. "Forget it, you've already bought it. Just treat it as going out to relax."

Kimberly opened the app in disbelief and changed her home address to her current address. As expected, she realized that the distribution method had changed, it would take only one hour for delivery.

This discovery made her crouch on the ground with her hands in her hair. She kept muttering, "Ah! Then I'm like an idiot. I almost died of exhaustion from carrying such heavy things."

"What are you doing?" After James helped to move the groceries, he found Kimberly crouching on the ground with a gloomy expression. He looked at her for a long time before he said, "You can put the things in the fridge now."

"Oh." Kimberly walked slowly into the kitchen, rolled up her sleeves and began to tidy up.

"What is this?"

"Huh?" Kimberly took a look at the thing he was pointing at and answered, "This is collybia albuminosa, it's for making soup."

"Huh? Something is wrong." She turned around and looked at James, who was leaning leisurely on the bar counter. She put her hands on her hips and asked him, "Why are you just standing there and not helping?"

"I helped." He looked back innocently. "Didn't I bring this in?"

"You should help me organize it!"

"But I don't know how." He shrugged. "How about I cover today's purchase costs?"

Kimberly's anger was instantly extinguished. Defeated by reality, she immediately nodded. "No problem, 1,342 dollars. I'll give you a discount, so it's 1,400 dollars."

"1,400 dollars? Discount? I'm all ears to your method of counting." James looked at the young lady with amusement as she carefully calculated the bill.

"Labor fees, transportation fees and my mental damage fees." Kimberly continued, "Oh yes, and my labor fees. The dinner later will be French lamb chops with potatoes. Perhaps you'd like a pumpkin soup?"