Wang Fanfan was playing PAD on the sofa, and Xia Tangtang was simmering pork rib soup in the kitchen. Wang Fanfan smelled the fragrance, put on his slippers, and jumped to the kitchen while sniffing. When he saw his tall and handsome husband in the kitchen, he couldn't help himself.
"Brother Tang, look at how well matched we are, we need soup to have rice."
"I thought the soup needed to be served with side dishes."
"Oh, no vegetables, no vegetables, just rice is enough."
"Well, okay, then I won't cook today."
"Ah, no, no, no, where's the beef that I promised, stir-fry quickly~"