Nan Fei: "..."
What does it mean to be jealous every day?
"Is your family running a vinegar factory?"
"No!" Huo Beijiang's voice became much more serious, "I suspect I must be from Shanxi or perhaps from Zhenjiang."
"Pfft..." Nan Fei couldn't hold back any longer, leaning into his embrace and laughing non-stop. Her laughter was crisp and pleasant to the ear, making others feel at ease just by listening.
A smile crept onto Huo Beijiang's handsome face, but just as the smile reached the depths of his eyes, it was replaced by an even greater worry.
"So are you Zhenjiang's fragrant vinegar or Shanxi's mature vinegar?"
Huo Beijiang pondered for a moment, "That mainly depends on which type you like, my wife!" The more he looked at his wife, the more he could see the love in her eyes, a feeling that couldn't be faked. This made him very happy, and he felt able to face even the most painful matters with calmness.
