Ming Mei snuggled up to Kang Chen, wrapping her arms around his arm and said in a childish voice, "Hubby, I used to cook for you all the time. Look how rough my hands have become. Now that you're home, I'm passing this task to you!"
Kang Chen felt like he was really too easy to please, just one line from Ming Mei and he was cured. He couldn't help but say, "Don't worry, from now on, with me at home, you won't need to cook. Just tell me what you want to eat."
Ming Mei blinked, "Hubby, you're so great..."
Just as Kang Chen was about to speak, he heard their youngest son coolly say, "Mom, Dad, could you save the lovey-dovey stuff for after dinner? The dishes are getting cold."
Kang Chen...
Ming Mei's face turned a little red, but fortunately, as she got older, she was not as easily embarrassed. She cleared her throat and said, "Come on, let's eat. Today's a good day, worth commemorating and celebrating. Butler, bring a bottle of wine."
The butler hurried to the wine cellar.
