"It’s not even dark yet, is it okay to do this now?"
"Ye Zi’an, why are you being so difficult today? It’s not like you to dither like this!" Yang Chuxia, discontented, fiddled with his collar and thought to herself; she had taken the initiative today, what’s with his sudden shyness? Was it appropriate? Besides, they hadn’t been intimate for many days, so why was Ye Zi’an beating around the bush?
"Hehe, my wife." Ye Zi’an hugged her back, "Today, Mu Shaoling and Dongyang are coming over to our house. Shouldn’t we be good hosts and treat them well? If we take too long, wouldn’t it be impolite?"
"Hmm~" Yang Chuxia thought about it, and it seed to make sense, so she nodded and said, "You have a point, so I’ll let you off for now. I’ll deal with you tonight, you devil. I’ll go check the kitchen first."
After Yang Chuxia left, Ye Zi’an wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face showing a trace of gloom.
He was anxious because Mu Shaoling had actually advised him not to do ’that’ while he was sick; he had to think carefully about how to refuse his wife’s advances that night without arousing her suspicions.
That evening, Ye Zi’an was the last one to the dinner table. Faced with a spread of dishes, he found he had little appetite.
"Tsk tsk, been nibbled by a pig?" As soon as he ca in, Mu Shaoling noticed his lower lip was rather red. He spoke without much thought, and right after the words left his mouth, he paused, glaring at Ye Zi’an.
Hadn’t I told you not to be such a beast?
Ye Zi’an was at a loss for words. It wasn’t him who wanted to be a beast.
"Cough cough!" Yang Chuxia cleared her throat sowhat awkwardly. But in her heart, she couldn’t help but muse, Mu Shaoling really doesn’t know how to speak. What does he an ’nibbled by a pig’? Has he ever seen a pig as beautiful as her? Geez!
Who would have thought that Mu Shaoling would throw out another comnt that nearly provoked her to violence?
"Got a mouthful of saliva? Is that why you keep coughing?"
"Why is Uncle Shaoling so irritable today?" Yangyang propped up his little chin and said mournfully, "Being irritable can make you age faster. That’s not good."
"What’s it to you, you little rascal?"
"..." Yangyang blinked, had Uncle Shaoling’s irritability affected him too? "Even though it’s none of my business, the problem is, with all these comnts, when are we actually going to eat? Aren’t you hungry? I heard from mom that tonight’s dishes were made by a Shandong chef, different from the chefs in Capital City."
"Eat, eat, eat, that’s all you know." Mu Shaoling glared at him and then shut his mouth.
It wasn’t until Ye Zi’an started using his chopsticks that everyone at the table began to eat.
As they were eating, Yangyang noticed that his handso dad was eating very little, not even touching many of his favorite shrimp dishes.
He took it upon himself to serve a bowl of pigeon soup and placed it in front of him. "Handso dad, have so soup. You need to eat more; you’ve gotten thinner recently."
"Thinner?" Sohow those two words felt like a thorn that suddenly pricked Yang Chuxia’s heart. She turned to look at Ye Zi’an’s face. Noticing her gaze, Ye Zi’an looked up and smiled at her, "My wife, don’t listen to Yangyang’s nonsense. I’ve been eating and drinking well every day in Capital City; I even feel like I’ve gotten fatter, my clothes are tighter."
"I did not talk nonsense!" Yangyang got upset when he heard his words contradicted, suddenly reaching out to touch Ye Zi’an’s face. "Handso dad, you’ve definitely gotten thinner."
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