Xiao Changyi had just finished washing the bones in the yard and headed to the kitchen when he saw An Jing sitting at the entrance, tending to the fire. As soon as he entered, she smiled brightly at him.
Without any hesitation, he took big strides towards her, bent down, lowered his head, and affectionately rubbed his forehead against hers before asking, "Do you want some sour plum drink?"
If she did want it, he'd have to cook it.
An Jing shook her head while smiling, "No need. I don't know if I've had too much and gotten tired of it, or if my taste has changed, but I don't feel like drinking it today."
"Then if you feel like having some, just tell me, and I'll make it for you."
"Mhm~"
The couple rubbed foreheads again, and then Xiao Changyi stood up and walked over to the stove to scoop out some hot water.
