Finally, awkwardly opening his mouth, Luoz showed a satisfied smile, feeding one spoonful after another, more enthusiastic than if he were eating himself.
After drinking more than half a bowl of porridge, Zhang Yuan turned her head away and refused to eat any more.
Luoz drank a bowl of porridge himself with the spoon and bowl, seeing Zhang Yuan looking at him, he chuckled foolishly, "We're husband and wife, after all, I won't mind if you're a bit dirty."
Zhang Yuan glanced at him and inexplicably wanted to laugh, looking at his face, "I do mind if you're dirty."
Luoz frowned, "You're my wife, you're not allowed to dislike me."
"..." Zhang Yuan.
Who says that wives can't dislike their husbands, there are plenty of wives who dislike their husbands not making money.
Zhang Yuan stuck out her tongue, not saying a word.
