Thinking of this, the boy quickly ran downstairs and unexpectedly called the house agent.

The final answer was that the house still belonged to the Pace family.

This was unbelievable. Who was so kind as to help him decorate the room?

Edmund couldn't figure it out. He was an orphan from a welfare institution, and his adoptive parents had no good relatives. Who would do such a thing?

In the end, the boy chose to ask his neighbor. However, he did not have much hope. This was the sparsely populated state of Alaska, and there was a long distance away from his closest neighbor's house. Therefore, the chances of someone being seen entering or leaving the room would be even lower.

At dusk Edmund returned home. He questioned his neighbors, the town patrol, and even the truck rental company, but still got nothing.

The kind-hearted man seemed to have made up his mind not to let the boy find out about him. After a fruitless investigation, Edmund gave up.

Edmund strolled around his new house curiously for a long time until his stomach began to growl and he realized that he should have finished dinner two hours ago.

"I'll have to do everything myself in the future.-Anyway, I'll have to buy something to eat first." Edmund muttered and took out a red scarf, blue gloves, and a white plush hat from his wardrobe to equip himself well before leaving the house.

Because the sun had already set, the surrounding temperature began to drop rapidly. The half-melted ice once again solidified and hung next to a string of flashing neon lights.

The blue-eyed boy was holding a green shopping basket and staring at the tomato sauce at the top of the shelf. Is it really necessary to design the shelves so high? Even if he jumped up, he wouldn't be able to get it. Do you really need help?

At this moment, a bottle of ketchup landed in his basket.

"Edward?" The boy's eyes widened. He had never expected to see Edward Cullen here.

"Good evening, boy." Edward smiled at him. "What a coincidence, you came shopping too?"

"I'm here to buy some food." Edmund shook the basket in his hand at him. "What about you?"

'Some daily necessities, Esme sent me.-Oh, I suppose we can talk as we go, can't we?-I heard Carlisle say you were discharged.' Edward led the boys through the shelves one by one to help him get everything ready.

"Oh, yes."

Actually, he would rather stay in the hospital for a while longer.

Edward laughed again, because he heard the boy's thoughts. He bet it was because of Carlisle.

"You look pretty good."

"Thank you, Edward.-Oh, and cooking oil, I forgot."

Edward took a bright-looking barrel of cooking oil from the shelf and put it in his basket. "This one's a little heavy. Let me hold it for you first.-What else?"

"Thank you. Well--and onions and black pepper."

"I guess you want a steak tonight."

"You've always had an accurate guess."

"How about another bowl of fruit salad?"

"There are too many things, I can't carry them back."

"It doesn't matter. I have a car. I can take you back." Edward put bunches of grapes, grapefruit, a quarter of cantaloupe and some scarlet cherries in the basket.

"… When did you get your driver's license?"

"Not long ago." Edward casually picked out the best salad dressing written in Spanish and put it in the boys' basket. "My family can drive, so of course I have to drive."--so Carlisle gave me a Volvo for my birthday.

"A car? As a gift?-That's great!" The boy said.

Edward blinked. He found the boy's thoughts very special.

If it was an ordinary boy, when he heard that someone else got a car as a gift, he would feel envious or jealous, but Edmund's thoughts made him completely unable to understand. It seems that he himself doesn't like cars very much.

"You don't like cars?" Edward knew he was wrong the moment he said that.

"I don't like cars? How come?" The boy narrowed his bright blue eyes. "I dream of owning a sports car of my own."

"What brand?"

"Chevrolet, Bumblebee."

"You must be a Transformers fan."

"Haha, yes!"

With Edward's help, the boy did not take long to buy everything on the list. Then, in almost the blink of an eye, he stood at his own entrance to his house.

"Great, I should probably get going."

"Thank you for helping me shopping today. Be careful on the way.-Remember to say hello to your family for me."

"I won't forget." Edward laughed, waved his hand and drove his sports car around the corner.

"Well … I always feel like I've forgotten something.-What exactly is it?" Edmund closed the door and stood in the hall with his chin resting on his hand, thinking for a moment. Then, he decisively gave up and began to pack up the things he had bought.

Five minutes later--

"Ah … my cooking oil!"

He left the cooking oil on Edward's Volvo.