After breakfast, as the rain began to pitter-patter down, Qiao Duo'er took out her needle and thread to sew clothes.
She was still wearing those dirty trousers, no... she simply couldn't stand the smell in the house.
Before long, Tan Zhenghong had put on the trousers hand-sewn by his wife.
The trousers fit just right, not too big, not too small.
"Wife, you are the best woman to me in this world," Tan Zhenghong said delightedly.
Qiao Duo'er rolled her eyes, "I just don't want to see you running around the streets bare-assed, embarrassing both of us, it's not because I'm good to you!"
Tan Zhenghong didn't mind Qiao Duo'er's sharp tongue at all.
Was it really so embarrassing for her to admit that she was good to her husband?
But then again, he knew his wife was good to him, and that was enough.
"Anyway, you're the first person to ever make me new clothes, Duo'er, thank you!"
