Chapter 706

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Halfway through, Scales wanted to lend a hand, but his offer was turned down. Mamie quipped, "You think I can't handle this?"

Scales looked at her determination, and with both his hands already full with two large grocery bags, he conceded.

He didn't expect, though, that after climbing up to the seventh floor, Mamie was drenched in sweat, looking like she'd just run a marathon in the middle of summer.

In contrast, Scales seemed just fine, a bit more flushed than usual but breathing easy, only his heart rate slightly elevated.

Roseanne came to open the door for them.

She had already prepared slippers for her guests.

The doctor had said that Roseanne's injured foot was healing well and technically she could walk on it, but to be safe, he recommended she avoid exerting too much pressure and keep her movements to a minimum.

So, as soon as the door opened, Scales and Mamie saw her hopping on one foot, carefully setting down her injured foot without putting any weight on it.

"Oh, Roseanne! Take it easy!" Mamie rushed over to support her.

Scales followed Mamie's lead, lending a hand on the other side.

Seeing their cautious demeanor, Roseanne couldn't help but chuckle.

"I just twisted my ankle, not broke it..."

"Shush!" Mamie quickly interjected, "Don't say things like that, just in case! Knock on wood!"

They helped Roseanne to the couch.

Roseanne attempted to get up to pour them water, which made Mamie almost frantic-

"Your foot's still not right, what are you fussing over? We've got hands and feet, we can pour our own water!"

Scales, not much of a talker, nodded in agreement, echoing Mamie's every word with the enthusiasm of a bobbing bird.

"Roseanne, how come your foot isn't better yet? Didn't you get discharged because the doctor said it wasn't serious?"

"I can walk on it, but the doctor suggested resting for a couple more days, so I'm being cautious."

"Then... what about these groceries?" Scales gestured to the shopping bags at his feet, looking a bit lost.

Earlier, they had planned to visit Roseanne, who welcomed the idea.

They'd set the time for 3 PM. Roseanne, thinking it was a bit early, invited them to stay for dinner.

Mamie eagerly accepted; she'd tasted Roseanne's cooking before and was craving it.

With Mamie staying, Scales naturally couldn't just leave.

So, they decided to stop by the grocery store on their way. However...

With Roseanne's foot still on the mend, Mamie realized it was a bit much to expect an injured friend to ok for them, no matter how much she craved Roseanne's dishes.

After a brief pause, Mamie tentatively suggested, "How about... I cook?"

The moment those words left her mouth, Scales' expression turned a bit odd. "... Maybe that's not the best idea."

"Mamie! What are you saying? Are you implying my cooking isn't good?"

." He dared not comment.

"You said yourself last time that my rice was perfectly cooked, not too hard, not too soft!"

"..." Because it was the least he could comment on.

Mamie huffed, "Alright, my cooking might not be Roseanne's level, but it's not inedible. It just doesn't look

20

"Yeah," Scales nodded, "you only get a mild stomachache, not full-blown food poisoning."

"No

we still have some of

the medicine left from last time. It'l

come in

handy, you know, no point

in wasting it."

Mamie: "..."