Hearing this, Gu Liancheng couldn't help but smile, "You're such a flatterer."
"No way..." Qianxun chuckled, "I'm telling the truth, I'm really touched."
"What's so touching about it?"
"It's about having a husband who makes me a late-night snack without complaint. Is there any husband as good as mine?"
Gu Liancheng, indeed flattered by Qianxun's praise, couldn't help but laugh, "Alright, alright, with your praise, I feel I need to try even harder. Otherwise, if I don't do well someday, you might think I don't love you anymore."
He didn't take it to heart and felt it was only natural.
If his wife was hungry and wanted to eat something, he, of course, had to make it for her.
Feeding her bite by bite until she finished the bowl of noodles, her stomach felt a bit more full, no longer soft and weak.
"I'll make it for you next time."
