Gu Qibao took the cup of water, didn't hurry to drink it, but hastily smiled and explained, "Husband, don't misunderstand, it's not really that bad actually, it's probably just that I've been having stomach issues these past few days."
"It's nothing," Di Mingjue calmly said, "Next time if it tastes bad, just tell me straight. Don't continue eating it, and certainly don't pretend it's delicious when it's not. We're husband and wife; there's no need for such pretense."
Gu Qibao, feeling somewhat embarrassed, lowered her eyelids, took a sip of water, tilted back her head, and made gurgling sounds in her throat before spitting the water into the sink like a goldfish spurting water.
Only then did she turn to Di Mingjue and say, "Aww, but this is your hard work, not eating it would insult you."
Di Mingjue looked at her, stayed silent for two seconds, then reached out to tidy the messy hair by her ear, chiding, "Silly girl."
