Wen Qiao looked at Fu Jinghen tending to her without complaint and suddenly felt a bit guilty, she gently kicked Fu Jinghen's shin and asked, "Do you think I'm troublesome or too delicate?"
"I'm more than happy to be troubled by you," Fu Jinghen replied, wiping a spot of soup from her chin with his thumb, then scooped another spoonful of Lotus Seed Soup to her lips, "Delicate indeed, but girls should be pampered."
Wen Qiao swallowed what was in her mouth. "Then, if we have a daughter in the future, won't you stop cherishing me?"
Fu Jinghen was endlessly patient. "No, I will always cherish you, especially you."
Wen Qiao was thoroughly satisfied.
After being fed a few spoonfuls of Silver Ear Lotus Seed Soup by Fu Jinghen, Wen Qiao suddenly remembered that it was noon when Fu Jinghen had come to find her. She poked Fu Jinghen's thigh, "Did you have lunch?"
"Hmm," Fu Jinghen murmured, "Airplane meal."
Wen Qiao nodded. "That's good then."
