Wet Flame

Li Hongzheng arrived at the morning market in Sanmin Alley at six o'clock and nine minutes. He carried a hamper which Su Hong bought back as a craft half a month ago, only to find that there was not an appropriate place to put it away and he had to put it in the kitchen. So Li Hongzheng took it for granted as a tool for grocery shopping. It was not until the day before yesterday that a variety of cooking household utensils were fully furnished by Li Hongzheng, because the morning before yesterday he inspected the kitchen where a thought came into his mind that for meals he made by himself, it was not enough to have things like the microwave oven, rice cooker, range hood, etc. There must be accompanied by rice bowls, dishes, bamboo chopsticks and other odds and ends. He went to purchase some of them at midday. However, a new discovery sprout after he came back: Although they have a lot of bottles of fragrance compounds valued at a hundred yuan around, they did not have a bottle of sesame oil, or a jar of salt worth only one RMB 1.5, or a bag of monosodium glutamate of RMB 0.95, or odds and ends such as thirteen spices and noodles produced by Henan people.