"Look."
"Huh?"
"Look."
"Huh?"
"Song, look, I didn't call your name, I told you to look at the porridge you cooked!"
Jiang Yijing, who was wearing an apron, looked down at his little wife, torn between laughter and tears by her coquettishness.
"...0_0!"
"Look at you, you're all mushy." This is already the Nth pot of porridge that failed.
"Husband."
"Huh?"
"You are mean to me." Song looked at her and wrinkled her small nose pitifully and flattened her pink mouth.
"..." Almost immediately, Jiang Yijing softened his heart.
Also, when he married Song Qian, he was meant to pamper her, be her long-term meal ticket + personal bodyguard, and let her have her way with him.
What can be done.
He is the good man, and he is Jiang Yijing.