3zun at costco

a-yao insisting on cart control despite the fact that it comes up to like fucking ribcage level and fucking huge and unwieldy. when it's fully loaded, he'll have problems cornering NO XICHEN, MINGJUE CANNOT TAKE IT FOR A SEC

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN HE TOOK IT TO THE LIQUOR SECTION

xichen amiably eating samples, realizing that perhaps they SHOULD look into getting new tires like the ad says, costco deals are always very good, a-yao, don't forget mingjue's t-gel. do you need me to get it down for you?

mingjue returning with a six-pack of kirkland signature sweatpants and tossing them into the cart. a-yao points out ONCE AGAIN that only the top two pairs are gray. there's always a plum-colored pair that mingjue REFUSES to wear, so it isn't actual value to buy the six-pack

hisses, "that's what they're COUNTING on"

a-yao throwing elbows at the rotisserie counter. a-yao scrutinizing the shrimp cocktail platter to make sure he is buying the platter with the biggest, freshest-looking shrimp.

xichen with the five-pound bag of dried mango, grousing

over the mega-pack of k-cups for that mingjue just wrestled into the cart for a-yao because it's, like, the one item that they're absolutely united over. they could just drink green tea! less packaging AND more healthy

a-yao's immediately uncharitable thought: they have green

tea k-cups, asshole.

which is when he knows it's time for them to go! time to get in line! mingjue, go get the car. xichen, get your card out and stand in line. we forgot green beans, so i have to go all the way back and get them. everybody's phones on? not on silent OR DND?

i am now 28.99999% more chinese auntie.