She paused for a moment, a warm feeling spreading through her heart. "Xiao Qinghe, you are so kind."
He looked at her tenderly, then continued to wash the sweet potatoes with concentration.
She couldn't help feeling a little emotional, as he was even focused when doing housework.
Once he finished washing the sweet potatoes, she picked up the wooden basin and poured the water outside the yard, then refilled it twice to clean the filtered water.
"There are no vegetables at home, and I don't like to eat plain rice." Su Qingyue glanced at the oil pot on the stove. "I'm going to make fried sweet potato fries, which will require a lot of oil. You don't have any objections, do you? If you do, it doesn't matter, I'll just ask more directly."
He shook his head, finding his wife quite adorable.
