My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 13 Village Chief, in Danger!

The proprietress was astonished by the scene before her.

She clutched a hundred-yuan bill that Song Che had forced upon her, and the steamer basket in front of her, once overflowing, was now mostly empty. The one who finished off the steamed buns was a silver-haired girl with a cool, aloof expression.

Before she left, she coldly declared: "I'll be back tomorrow."

Come on, don't scare me at my age...

……

Song Che handed the last small bag of steamed buns to Xia Li and then took the cup of soy milk she had finished drinking.

"Are you sure you want soup dumplings again tomorrow? Actually, the spicy soup, tofu pudding, and fried dough sticks are also very delicious."

Which one is the cheapest?

Xia Li silently calculated the costs in her mind. She thought about how she wouldn't be able to repay the debt and would be blamed by Song Che. Based on her understanding, that little rascal held a lot of resentment towards her.

"Neither of them are expensive, they're about the same."

"Then... I'll have some of everything."

"...Okay." Song Che stopped in front of a supermarket, fully stocked with goods. "When we go in to buy things, I'll double-check that you didn't take the little hammer, right?"

"……without."

"That's good. If you see anything you want, ask me first. I'll buy it for you. Mom gave me enough money this time, so you can buy some slightly more expensive, higher-quality items. But remember, always ask me first and don't say anything strange. Of course, don't push yourself if your legs hurt; rest if you need to."

Song Che felt that the task ahead was arduous. Helping a witch adapt to modern society was the first step, and changing out of her inappropriate pajamas was the first step.

He walked ahead, and Xia Li followed behind. Song Che felt like he was walking a dog, but the dog wasn't on a leash, so he had to look back every now and then to see if Xia Li had gotten lost.

This girl... is as curious as Grandma Liu. When she noticed that I was looking at her, she put on a stern face and pretended not to be interested. She seemed to think that it was very necessary to maintain her last bit of insignificant face as a "Witch Princess".

"Can you walk beside me?"

"Um?"

Xia Li withdrew her gaze from the rotating colored light at the supermarket entrance and quickened her pace to catch up. She looked at the pedestrians passing by with some confusion and offered her observation: "Why don't you hold my hand? Many of those... couples of men and women are holding hands. And some adults are even holding hands with young children."

"Because you're single." Song Che replied casually.

"I'm not a puppy," Xia Li corrected quickly and earnestly.

"You are Bruce."

"I'd rather be Bruce than a puppy."

Xia Li was very insistent on this statement. She knew that "puppy" was an insult, a very vulgar one. She had been told before that she was like a dog-headed person, that she would eat everything and have bad luck in everything she did, and that she was slow-witted and simply stupid.

"Okay, then you're Bruce." Song Che took a few quick steps forward, pulled out a small cart, and pushed it to the escalator. "There's something called an escalator up ahead. Just stand on it and it will take you to the second floor. Remember, since you have a leg injury, hold on tight and stand still. Don't move around. You..."

Where are you?

When Song Che turned around, he found that Xia Li had already reached the escalator. Her gaze was fixed on something on the second floor, and her steps were as firm as those of a Young Pioneer.

But the key point is, you've taken the wrong escalator; it's going down.

Xia Li was pacing in place, and a little kid with a snotty nose eating candy was pacing with her.

"Big sister, keep going! You can't get to the second floor at this speed."

"...Okay, I'll walk faster."

Xia Li was walking with a serious expression on her face as she struggled to take steps down the descending escalator. Although she was walking very fast, the distance to the second floor did not decrease at all. It seemed that the magic that prevented her from moving here could also be activated without magic power.

The problem lies in the road beneath our feet, but the road looks perfectly normal and is moving normally.

"Xia Li, get down."

"……Um?"

"You've gone the wrong way, come this way."

"……good."

She obediently got off and moved to the escalator next to Song Che, her doubts lessened by half.

This time, she closed the distance to the second floor with almost no effort.

It turned out to be a problem with the road, not with her.

"Didn't I say to ask me first if you have any questions? Did you see something you want to buy?" Song Che asked.

Xia Li glanced at the second floor and followed her gaze to see a retro Western-style broom hanging on the wall of the home furnishing area.

"Which one do you want?"

"……Um."

You still have the nerve?

He wants to fly around on a broomstick, break his other leg, and then trick me out of my allowance.

"I won't buy it." Song Che refused decisively.

"...I need to wash..."

"I won't buy you the dishes, clothes, or brooms. I don't like those things."

Song Che was straightforward and decisive, eliminating any possibility of discussion and minimizing any unexpected items before Xia Li regained her senses.

Xia Li lowered her head and silently put her cold little hands into her pockets. Everyone has different preferences, and she couldn't force others to do what they wanted. Respecting others' preferences was respecting herself.

She understands.

But she really liked that broom. It looked exactly like the previous one, but unfortunately it was broken in two and completely ruined.

The fierce Song Che was unwilling to lend him money.

Then I can only accept bounty commissions and earn some money to buy it.

Xia Li had already planned out her money-making strategy.

Killing a village-level target yields about 500 silver coins, killing a pair yields 1000, and a magic broom usually costs 5 gold coins. According to the conversion in the Kingdom of Hit, you only need to kill 10 commissioned targets to earn enough money.

Killing ten village chiefs here shouldn't be a big deal. The problem is, where is the Adventurers' Guild?

"Lift your leg and get down."

Song Che's words interrupted her thoughts, and Xia Li subconsciously lifted her leg and stepped down from the escalator.

Song Che had already pushed the cart to the wall, reached out and took the vintage broom, and tossed it into the shopping cart.

"You can buy it. But the condition is, absolutely, absolutely you must not try to fly on it. Understand? Newton, you know... okay, you don't, ask him next time you want to fly. If he lets you fly, I have no problem with it. If he doesn't let you fly, you can turn him upside down and it won't do you any good."

"Yeah, I understand... I'll go and flip his coffin lid."

Xia Li abandoned the idea of ​​killing ten people and silently added a note to the bill for Song Che—she owed Song Che five gold coins and would repay him as soon as she had time.

Song Che pushed the cart through the elderly women and men who were scrambling for vegetables, and led Xia Li to the women's section. The various winter clothes immediately made Xia Li look up. She was finally going to get rid of this ill-fitting nightgown.

"You can pick out a shirt and a pair of pants, and then go buy the rest," Song Che defined the scope.

Xia Li made her selections quickly, picking out a purple sweatshirt for 79 yuan and a pair of fleece-lined jeans for 59 yuan.

She glanced at the broom in the cart, then looked back at the clothes in her hands, and asked softly:

"Do you like this?"

"Try them on first to see if they fit." Song Che pointed to the fitting room. "Go in, close the curtain, change your clothes, but don't change your pants yet. Let the sales assistant check your size."

Xia Li, carrying two pieces of clothing, hesitated before going inside. This time, she didn't need to change her pants, and she quickly came out.

When the curtain was pulled back again, she stepped out. The purple sweatshirt made her skin look even whiter, and her silver hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, making her look like a silver-haired fairy.

"This is it." Song Che nodded and placed the order immediately.

The sales assistant, who had been observing from the side, walked over with a smile. She gave Xia Li a sharp look at her leg length and waist, and quickly took out a better-fitting pair of fleece-lined jeans from the shelf and handed them to her: "Girl, try these on, the size should be more suitable for you."

Xia Li took it and glanced at the price tag hanging on her waistband: 199 yuan.

She didn't speak, but silently looked at Song Che, her eyes clearly saying, "This one is more expensive than the previous one."

Song Che ignored the sales assistant's enthusiastic introduction about the fabric, fit, and warmth, and only asked Xia Li one question: "Can I wear this?"

Xia Li nodded gently.

"Okay, I'll take this one too. If I buy a good one, I can wear it for longer." Song Che put the pants into the shopping cart and pushed the cart to the next section.

Xia Li's ankle was uncomfortable, so she couldn't wear normal shoes. Plus, she already had some boots at home, so slippers were a good option for now. After buying a top and pants, the next step was to buy daily necessities and small clothes that only girls need.

He doesn't mind buying everyday items, but he doesn't mind buying small clothes for Xia Li.

...It hurts.