Tan Zhenghong found a stone and sat down with Qiao Duo'er, then eagerly picked up the chopsticks to start eating.
He had just lifted a few noodles but then put them down, "Wife, have you eaten?"
Qiao Duo'er shook her head, "I didn't move around at home this afternoon, not hungry at all."
"You should eat a little bit. After you finish, then I'll eat," Tan Zhenghong passed the chopsticks to Qiao Duo'er.
His wife was somewhat of a clean freak—she definitely wouldn't eat anything others had touched, but he didn't mind; eating what she left was fine for him.
"Husband, I want to be fed," Qiao Duo'er said coyly.
"Wife, are you okay?" Tan Zhenghong looked at Qiao Duo'er with a weird expression; this didn't sound like something his wife would say.
Could it be that there was another person inside his wife now?
Please don't let it be so; he loved what was inside her. If the person inside changed, she wouldn't be his wife anymore.
