Han Yi held the spoon, tilted her head, and listened to Gong Tingxuan talk about the Gong Family's little history:
"The men in our Gong Family are all affectionate towards their wives. Well, actually, we learned it from my father. He used to care for my mother greatly. When my mother had a severe hemorrhage giving birth to my sister and almost didn't make it, she lay in the hospital for over a month. My father would make chicken soup every day to feed her. Over the years, his skills have gotten better and better. I don't know much else, but I truly inherited his chicken soup recipe."
A very short story, yet it sounded so warm.
Han Yi knew this.
Father Gong, despite being quite a formidable character outside, was absolutely obedient to Zhuang Surong at home.
Not the slightest hint of male chauvinism, which shows his deep love for his wife.
"Come on, finish this bowl of chicken soup!"
Han Yi laughed, clinking her bowl against Gong Tingxuan's spoon.
