Tang Yuran looked at him, somewhat speechlessly tugging at the corner of her mouth, "Do you need someone to feed you even when eating an egg? Don't you have hands? Can't you grab it yourself?"
"Picking it up directly with my hands would get them dirty, and then I'd have to wash them," Gu Yu said with an unfazed expression, "Besides, you're not someone else, you're my wife."
"Who's your wife? Stop calling me that, okay?" Tang Yuran's face turned red as she spoke.
"Aren't you?" Gu Yu raised his eyebrows at her, "Then who has been following me since childhood, crying and insisting to devote herself to me, ardently wanting to be my wife?"
"That's definitely not me," Tang Yuran lowered her head, her voice quiet as she countered.
"Oh..." Gu Yu responded with meaningful depth, "If it's not you, it must be a pig then."
"Pah, you're the pig!" Tang Yuran couldn't help but raise her head and glare at him fiercely upon hearing his words.
