Doomsday: Don't bother me with salted fish

Shen Huijuan's gaze landed on Jian Yue's sneakers again: "You should wear high heels or small leather shoes, that will look good together."

"Mom, you don't have to be so particular, sneakers are very convenient." Jian Yue said.

She just wears it on a whim, and usually does whatever is convenient.

Zhou Youan echoed, "Next time when I collect supplies, pay attention."

Jian Yue couldn't help but glared at Zhou Youan: "Don't make a fuss."

Zhou Youan showed a smile: "You really look good dressed like this."

Jian Yue is not tall, but her body proportions are very good, she can't be seen in casual clothes, and the skirt just magnifies her advantages.

"Don't wait to collect supplies next time, you can go to the trading hall to have a look in a while." Shen Huijuan said.

The things sold in the trading hall are messy, and she is not sure if there are women's shoes. Buying shoes is not the point. The point is that she wants Jian Yue and Zhou Youan to go on a date.

Give them some personal space, let them have a private conversation, and maybe they will get a good eye.

Jian Yue was not very happy to go: "Mom, didn't you say that I am a sick patient and ask me to rest more?"

"You are as strong as a cow now, don't pretend to me, go after breakfast, don't come back if you can't buy shoes, Xiao Zhou, you go with her and supervise her." Shen Huijuan said in a non-negotiable tone.

"Okay, Aunt Shen."

The two sang together and made a decision for Jian Yue.

After breakfast, Jian Yue was invited out of the house by Shen Huijuan, accompanied by Zhou Youan.

There is nothing interesting in the base, and Jian Yue doesn't know where to go for a stroll, so she can only resign herself to the trading hall.

Jian Yue is used to keeping a low profile. She is not used to wearing skirts and walking on the street. I don't know if it is an illusion. She always feels that everyone is staring at her, which makes her even more uncomfortable.

"Are they all looking at me? Do I look weird?" Jian Yue asked Zhou You'an in a low voice.

Zhou Youan said, "It's because you look good."

After the apocalypse, water resources are scarce. Not everyone is able to wash their hair, take a shower, and wash their clothes. Many people have a bad smell, and no amount of perfume can cover up the smell. Like Jian Yue, her hair is clean, her clothes are clean, and she is very beautiful A woman who is a good woman will naturally make people look at her more.

"But I think I'm quite ordinary." Jian Yue said.

She felt that she was at the level of an ordinary woman, not a bright beauty at all, and the sight of others made her uncomfortable.

Zhou Youan corrected: "Now you look the best."

It's not because he likes Jian Yue, but simply stating the facts.

Jian Yue smiled, but didn't take it seriously.

Fortunately, it didn't take long to arrive at the trading floor.

There were a lot of people in the hall, and it was very lively. Many people chatted together. Their purpose was not to buy and sell things, but to find a lively place to play.

The weather is getting warmer, and people are willing to go out. The five floors of the trading hall are open to the public, and there are many people on almost every floor.

Jian Yue hasn't been here for a long time, she didn't know that it has become so lively.

As soon as Jian Yue appeared, she attracted the attention of many people, and some people wanted to strike up a conversation, but Zhou Youan stopped her with stern eyes.

Zhou You'an acted like a flower protector, blocking anyone who wanted to get close to Jian Yue.

Jian Yue walked around the hall with interest, looking at the weird things people were selling.

Turning around, Jian Yue was suddenly stopped when she was about to go up to the second floor.

It was a young man, who greeted Jian Yue first, and then looked at Zhou Youan: "Miss Jian, Captain Zhou, is there any shortage of people in your team? I am Zheng Yue, a third-order wood-type supernatural being."