Xie Xize said, " That's my wife, not a woman who will cook for me forever. I don't want her to spend most of her time in the kitchen. I want her to enjoy life. I'm her husband. When she's sick, tired, and wants to rest, I can cook for her. "
Xie Beizhao said nothing.
He really hadn't thought about this problem.
To the couple, neither of them needed to cook in the kitchen.
Because there was an auntie at home.
Jiang Shuzhen would occasionally cook, but that was only occasionally.
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you," Xie Xize shook his head.
Xie Beizhao was speechless.
He actually understood. However, as they continued to live their lives, they seemed to have lost the original taste of life.
Many years ago, when they had just gotten married.
Jiang Shuzhen often cooked, but she gradually stopped cooking.
However, Xie Beizhao would not blame his wife for this.
Every family had a different lifestyle, but his family was doing well.
