It was only after they entered the tent that Qiao Mei dared to lean on Xia Zhe and flirt with him. She pointed at her arm and said to Xia Zhe, "Please give me a massage. After cooking for so many people, my arm is so sore."
Xia Zhe held on to Qiao Mei as she took a seat on the side and reached out to massage her arm and make her feel better.
"You, I don't even know what to say about you. You're pregnant and you should not exert yourself. Yet you even went to help at the cookhouse. Don't you find it tiring!" Although Xia Zhe nagged at Qiao Mei, his hands continued to massage her.
Qiao Mei knew that Xia Zhe had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. It was his way of caring about her!
"Oh well, I just want to show them how good Commander Xia's wife is at cooking and make you proud," Qiao Mei said sweetly to Xia Zhe.
