Qin Guozhong was just about to eat when his beloved wife called out to him, causing him to pause midway through his meal.
Looking at his wife, "My dear, can't you just—"
He was about to say if she could stop making trouble out of nothing, but remembering her unresolved anger from earlier, he decided to let it be.
"You know that's not my habit."
"Is this a matter of habit? It's about whether a person cares or not!" the elderly lady emphasized!
Qin Guozhong found himself at a loss for words.
He feared that if he didn't serve her that dish today, he wouldn't be able to enjoy his meal properly.
With that thought, he picked up his chopsticks and gave her a small piece of bok choy.
Zhuang Yanyan took one look and was dissatisfied, frowning and glaring at him, "Why did you serve me just one small piece of bok choy?"
As Qin Guozhong had finished serving and was about to eat, he heard his wife's dissatisfied voice again, causing him to stop in his tracks once more.
