Feng Tianlan got off the bed and only sat before the table after she washed her hands. As she drank the soup that he had stewed, she suddenly thought of a phrase*. She couldn't help but giggle.
"What is Lan'er laughing for?" Si Mobai scooped himself a bowl of soup.
"I told Mei'er and the others that you were my fiancé, but they didn't believe me. When I said that you'd make a good husband and father, they were in even more disbelief." Feng Tianlan gawked at the table full of food. The corner of her lips curled into a smile. "If they knew that the high and mighty Demon King washed his hands to prepare soup, oh how their faces would ache."
The corner of Si Mobai's lips twitched and his face became gloomy. "Don't let this get out. Otherwise, what will happen to your husband's reputation?"
Feng Tianlan pouted her lips at him. "If it shouldn't be leaked then it shouldn't be leaked. Such a good man, I want to keep him for myself."
