Of course, Xiao Yishan also brought prey for Yuchuan. Yuchan didn't want it, but since Yishan insisted, he accepted it.
In the evening, Xiao Yuchuan was frying vegetables in the kitchen, and Su Qingyue walked up behind him. Seeing him busy in front of the stove, she felt a sense of simple, steadfast happiness.
He turned his head and flashed her a dashing smile. "Is my dear admiring her handsome guy?"
She rolled her eyes. "I'm looking to see how many strands of hair you've grown on your head."
He said casually, "Three thousand of them."
"More like it?" she said. "Don't play word games with me. I'm not only educated, but all of your education comes from me. The 'three thousand locks' refer to a woman; I think you've probably got five hundred more."
He chuckled, "Then would my wife like to count them for me?"
"Put a few fleas on there, and then I'll count for you."
"But my head shares a pillow with you at night, and that might make fleas grow in your hair…"
