But, can you not call me Madam?
Staring at those clear black eyes, Gu Wenyuan silently swallowed what he wanted to say the most. Even if he is married and follows his husband, he is a man, so being called madam would sound weird no matter how he sounds.
"As long as Madam likes it, I don't know what Madam likes, so I asked them to prepare a few more things. You try it. If you like it, ask them to make it according to Madam's taste tomorrow."
Gu Wenyuan was led to the table and sat down. He looked at the more than a dozen porridge and side dishes on the table, touched his belly, and thought to himself, forget it, marry a chicken, follow a chicken, marry a dog, follow a dog, marry a bastard, look at mung beans.
Being called madam is just a matter of course, and it won't cost you any money. It's better than calling you ma'am directly.
Seeing the man getting up to sit across from him, Gu Wenyuan grabbed his hand and suddenly remembered something very important.
"You haven't told me your name yet?"
The man turned around, smiled with two dimples, leaned over to Gu Wenyuan's ear, and rubbed against him, his voice was soft and charming.
"My husband's surname is Mu, and my wife calls me Nian Sheng."
Intention: A heart, a glass of wine, a dream, prosperity in the dream, burying the bones and collecting the soul, waking up from the dream and the world disappears, taking one person to enjoy the world...