Yu Gangan ate happily, unable to stop.
She practically ate more than half the ingredients in the pot and Fang Zhihan only ate a little.
Yu Gangan glanced at the man and probed, "Don't you have work today? Or do you not have a job and you're just an unemployed bum?"
Perhaps, being her husband was his job.
Fang Zhihan's eyes flashed with realization at the woman's words and he smiled lazily. With slight ridicule, he said, "Sorry to disappoint you."
"Oh?" Yu Gangan raised her eyebrows. "So you do have a job? Then what do you do? Don't tell me you sell vegetables at the market."
"Would I be able to support you by selling vegetables?" Fang Zhihan picked up a glass of water and took a sip.
