"I'll do it myself. You feeding me, wife, makes me look useless..."
She rolls her eyes at him.
Worried, Xiao Qinghe's casual eyes fixate on him, "Third brother, you're not weak..."
"I just rested, and if I hold it with both hands, I should be fine..." Holding the bowl with both hands, he gulps down the ginger soup in just a few mouthfuls.
Xiao Yishan and Xiao Qinghe fall silent at the same time. Clearly, third brother is just faking it so his wife will feed him.
After drinking the medicine, Yuchuan hands the bowl over, "Wife, here..."
As Qingyue reaches out to take it, he seizes the opportunity to stroke her hand, "Wife, your hand isn't tender enough..."
She glares at him fiercely, unable to hold back her cursing, "Shit! If it's not tender, why are you touching it?"
"It's a wasted opportunity not to touch it." He laughs happily, and asks confusedly, "Wife, what does shit mean? You've said it twice."
Qinghe and Yishan look at their wife, also confused.
