Lin Yuan's nose tingled, touched by the simple affection between the two. The deepest and most profound confession isn't "I love you," but "I'll spend my lifetime with you." Perhaps the elderly couple had their fair share of quarrels when they were young, but they remained deeply in love in their old age. Maybe they were just used to each other's presence, but it was this kind of ordinary, common love that was truly moving.
As they watched, the old man once again picked out the egg yolk from his bowl and offered it to the old lady. This time, she didn't accept it but instead looked up, furrowed her brows, pushed the yolk back to him, and huffed, "You old fool, is an egg yolk going to choke you to death? If you dare to try putting it into my bowl again, don't expect to sleep at home tonight!"
The old man muttered something under his breath but eventually, under the old lady's watchful eye, ate the egg yolk down, looking every bit the picture of a henpecked husband.
