There is nothing else at home other than several jin of dried fish and vegetables.
Previously, Su Qingyue had bought enough food for half a year, but because there were more people having lunch at home for the past two or three months, they had consumed food for an extra month in advance.
Xiao Yuchuan held a handful of grass to feed the horse.
Su Qingyue sat in the courtyard on a chair, enjoying the cool air. Big mixed fur lay quietly beside her, yawning with its wolfish mouth.
Yuchuan's gaze fell on his wife, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
His wife was too outstanding, whose brilliance could not be concealed even if he wanted to.
On one hand, he was proud of his intelligent wife; on the other hand, he truly felt unworthy of her.
Noticing the gaze, Su Qingyue looked towards Xiao Yuchuan. Seeing him staring at himself without blinking, there was a trace of inferiority in his deep, dark pupils.
However, that emotion of inferiority vanished in a flash.
