As Han Dongchen opened the kitchen door, he saw Su Xiaowan with her hair down and wearing an apron, busily working.
Han Dongchen approached her from behind and embraced her, resting his head on her shoulder, and murmured in his low, raspy voice, "Wife, why didn't you wait for me to get up and cook? Last night, you worked so hard. Getting up and cooking must be so tiring..."
Su Xiaowan glanced sideways at Han Dongchen, then rolled her eyes. Her face turned slightly red and she said, pursing her lips, "Enough! Stop the nonsense here, hurry up and wash up. The food is almost ready. Can't you see what time it is..."
Han Dongchen hurriedly responded, "Alright, alright, I will listen to my wife. I'm going, I'm going..."
After that, he planted a big kiss on Su Xiaowan's cheek before leaving.
After Han Dongchen left, Su Xiaowan glared at him, hastily wiped her face and murmured, "Eww, the cheek of him, getting more and more flippant..."
