The girl nearly fainted with happiness when she heard.
Quickly, she took out her phone to take a photo with Alvin, and Alvin even cooperatively squatted down.
More and more people started looking over, and more recognized Alvin.
"Oh my, isn’t that Prince Alvin?"
"So handso!"
"Looks like soone is asking him for an autograph and photo! Let’s go too!"
A large crowd suddenly surged forward, and John panicked. Without any bodyguards present, just the two of them, it would be bad if the crowd got out of hand.
Alvin also saw this and imdiately told John to take out the mask.
Unfortunately, the crowd was already closing in.
John could only stand in front of Alvin, but alas, John wasn’t as tall as Alvin.
"It’s really Prince Alvin!"
"Wow, he’s so handso in person!"
"So charming!"
"Prince Alvin, can we get an autograph?"
"Can we take a picture together?"
More and more people crowded in, and Alvin frowned.
"Sorry, sorry," John quickly said, "Please don’t push, don’t push."
Most of Alvin’s fans were likely wealthy and well-mannered people; anyone living in this neighborhood was no ordinary person.
Upon hearing John’s words, the crowd cald down and stood there eagerly watching Alvin.
Alvin finally displayed a hint of a smile, his glazed amber eyes showing a warmth, and nodded, pulling out his phone.
Eventually, Alvin took a group photo with the fans present, which attracted even more onlookers.
John hastily handed the mask to Alvin, who took it and quickly put it on, then said to the fans, "Take care of this for ."
Then grabbing John, Alvin pushed through the crowd and sprinted away, with those long, tall legs making him look effortlessly cool.
The fans were left dumbfounded, and as they snapped out of it, quickly helped block the surging crowd for Alvin.
After rounding the block, the two sneakily re-entered the supermarket from another entrance.
Alvin wore a baseball cap low over his face with the mask on, successfully avoiding attracting attention this ti.
"Your Highness, what should we buy?" John asked respectfully once inside the supermarket.
Alvin glanced at him, furrowed his brow, and asked, "What do you eat for an injured ankle?"
John paused, then quickly asked, "Did Miss hurt her ankle?"
"Yes." Alvin nodded.
"I know this!" John replied eagerly, "In the Empire, if you sprain or break a bone, you eat pig’s feet, braised pig’s feet!"
"Pig’s feet?" Alvin’s brow knitted in perplexity, clearly not impressed by the idea of pig’s feet.
John quickly explained, after which Alvin vaguely nodded in understanding, "Alright, let’s buy pig’s feet."
The two went to buy pig’s feet, John proactively checked Baidu again, and finally decided to cook them with winter lon.
Since winter lon helps reduce swelling.
Once they bought what they needed, they returned, and John looked up Baidu while directing Alvin, who surprisingly earnestly started braising the pig’s feet.
By noon, the pig’s feet were ready, exuding an enticing aroma.
"Your Highness, shall I call Miss over to eat?" John offered.
Alvin put down the sheet music in his hand, thought for a mont, and finally said, "It’s better to bring it over to her."
He suspected he might not be able to eat it comfortably.
John was a bit disappointed but didn’t say anything, so he nodded, "Okay, I’ll serve it, and you can take it over."
"Alright." Alvin nodded.
John eagerly went to serve the pig’s feet; perhaps anticipating they would deliver it, Alvin had bought a thermal container, a rather pretty pink one.
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