Having completed his purchase of vegetables and meat, Officer Qin Xiao walked with a brisk, light step toward the aisle stocked with seasonings.
He calculated inwardly, "I need to pick up a few more condiments! While cooking this morning, I felt like the ones at home were almost running out."
At that moment, the sun was setting, and the blood-red afterglow pierced through the giant glass windows of the supermarket, spilling over the shelves filled with various seasonings as if draping them in a layer of golden gauze.
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