Beware the Appearing Cute Wife! Chapter 1157 - 1287: With Perseverance, Even an Iron Rod Can

Han ngya’s words fell, and Yunqing sighed deeply.

"Mom, I think... you’d better let it go! Cooking requires talent!"

Han ngya retorted angrily, "You have talent? You used to not know how to cook anything, and now haven’t you learned to cook? So, it’s all about effort! Nothing is too difficult for soone who’s determined! With enough effort, the iron pestle can be ground into a needle!"

An Xiaoyu was drinking water, and upon hearing this, she was suddenly choked!

"Cough cough..."

Han ngya turned her head, seeing Shen Yufeng gently patting An Xiaoyu’s back.

"Drink slowly, look at you, you’ve choked!"

An Xiaoyu was truly embarrassed!

That last line from her mother-in-law... cough cough, it really made her lose it!

Once, Shen Yufeng had been so persistent that she couldn’t handle it. At that ti, she blushed and scolded him, "Do you know what it ans to go too far? You need to understand restraint, do you understand? If it’s a debauched night every night, even if you are an iron pestle, you’ll have to be ground into an embroidery needle, don’t you think?"

At that ti, Shen Yufeng had laughed mischievously and said, "Grinding an iron pestle into an embroidery needle? Wife, you an to say my skills are profound?"

Now, Han ngya’s phrase about grinding an iron pestle stirred An Xiaoyu’s mories, how could she not blush?

She glanced up at Shen Yufeng and found that Shen Yufeng was also looking at her, his eyes filled with mischief and amusent.

The look clearly said, I know what you’re thinking about!

Indeed, she had gone astray again!

An Xiaoyu sighed, it was true... her thoughts had drifted! Was she too wicked?

Han ngya didn’t know why An Xiaoyu started coughing, so she quickly went over to inquire.

"Xiaoyu dear, what’s going on? Choked?"

Saying this, Han ngya reached out to rub An Xiaoyu’s back, hoping to help her catch her breath.

An Xiaoyu finally stopped coughing and quickly said, "Mom, I’m fine, really fine!"

Han ngya was relieved, but when she turned her head, she saw Yunqing laughing so hard he was nearly falling over.

"You rascal, what are you laughing at!"

Han ngya said, glaring at Yunqing, who quickly restrained his laughter.

"Nothing, nothing!"

"If it’s nothing, why are you laughing? That’s definitely not normal! Co clean!"

Saying this, Han ngya walked towards Yunqing, scaring Yunqing into jumping up and hiding behind Shen Aotian.

"Dad, save !"

At this mont, Shen Aotian waved to Han ngya.

"Honey, co here!"

"Why? Can’t you see I’m about to deal with him?"

Han ngya said angrily, "He actually dared to make fun of !"

"I have sothing important to tell you!"

Shen Aotian said, "Uh, so of what you just said wasn’t quite right!"

"What wasn’t right?" Han ngya was a bit puzzled.

"Ah, it’s that phrase — grinding an iron pestle into an embroidery needle!"

Han ngya was taken aback, "What’s wrong with it?"

Shen Aotian sighed, "The value of an iron pestle is far greater than that of an embroidery needle!"

Han ngya: "..."

Shen Aotian continued, "Not only can it be reforged, forged, and polished by a blacksmith into thousands of embroidery needles, but it can also be crafted into knives, axes, spears, halberds... a variety of things. To grind it into just one embroidery needle, isn’t that a waste of material?

So, a smart blacksmith naturally wouldn’t see an iron pestle as a re piece of scrap iron and choose only an embroidery needle. The idea of grinding an iron pestle into an embroidery needle is really outdated, and it’s too pedantic!"

Han ngya snorted.

"Alright, alright, you’re amazing!"

Seeing their dad explaining the principles so earnestly to their mom, Yunqing and Shen Yufeng exchanged a glance.

Truly... admirable!