Halfway through their journey, Xiao Yuchuan caught up with them, naturally took the vegetable basket and hoe from her hands, and asked with concern, "Wife, have you had breakfast yet? Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"
"Look at the time, of course, I'm awake," she replied, smiling. "I've definitely had breakfast."
"Wife, I'd love it if you could sleep like a log," he said happily.
She rolled her eyes. "I'm so pretty, even if I oversleep, I wouldn't turn into a pig. Even if I did, it would be a beautiful pig."
Xiao Yuchuan pinched her cheek, "Wife, you really think highly of yourself. Even dreaming of being a beautiful pig. What if you turned into a female pig? Wouldn't I end up being a male pig?"
Their conversation caught Aunt Liu's attention as she was passing by. She chuckled, "Yo, Chuan, you and your wife really seem to be getting along well."
"That's right," he agreed, "My wife is the tigress of the house. Even if I wanted to not get along with her, she'd bite me."
