The sound of Zhang Guofu coming home from work echoed as he opened the door, returning to the kitchen, where once again, he did not see a hot pot as expected. Since their children could eat at their parents' house, his wife had gotten used to taking advantage of the situation.
Zhang Guofu, expressionless, returned to the bedroom, glanced at his wife on the kang, silently changed into home clothes, picked up a book, and left the room.
Huang Cuilan had been waiting for him to speak, even if just to see if she was asleep. She wiped her tears, walked out of the bedroom, and stood at the door.
She saw Zhang Guofu biting into a bun, sipping hot water, and looking down at a book.
"Why didn't you wake me up to cook? Eating like this will upset your stomach."
Zhang Guofu replied without looking up, "It's fine, I'm used to it."
Used to it... Huang Cuilan's face flushed. She didn't have as many feelings as she did today; back then, it was just enough to have food when doing farmwork.
