Su Qingyue thought he wasn't eating because he was too full. She frowned, "I know you usually only eat one bowl of rice, is this too much? Choke it down for me anyways!"
His wife's words were fierce but filled with deep concern. Xiao Qinghe felt warmth in his heart. He nodded slightly, picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks, wanted to serve his wife some food, but didn't dare.
Su Qingyue gave him a puzzled look, "Why not eating? Do you think I made bad food?"
"No." He hurriedly put the food in his mouth, "It's delicious."
The two quietly had dinner.
Xiao Qinghe hesitated several times, but couldn't muster the courage to serve her food.
Zhou Fuquan came out of the master bedroom with Wang Cuihua and walked to the window outside the secondary bedroom. Fuquan said, "Sister-in-law, Qinghe, now that second Brother Xiao and Chuan are both fine, we'll go back first."
"Take care." Qingyue stood up to see them off.
"No need." The two left.
