Lu Xingzhi ate another chicken leg. Her mouth was covered in oil, and she pouted a little unhappily, "You're not eating, it's no fun eating alone."
Huo Jincheng put down his chopsticks and kissed her on the lips, "There, now I've eaten."
He patted Lu Xingzhi's head, "Good girl, listen, eat well. Aren't I eating with you?"
"But you haven't eaten any of the dishes I'm eating." Lu Xingzhi couldn't help but think, back then, when she didn't have much money, she would make sure to eat well whenever conditions allowed.
Eating boiled vegetables like this every day would drive her crazy.
Unless it's spicy boiled fish, boiled meat slices, or boiled fish with strong flavors.
"Do you want your husband to get fat like a ball? If that happens, would you still like me? Would you like a fatty?" Huo Jincheng chuckled; this little heartless one.
He was doing this so she wouldn't despise him.
