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"Your portion of the meal is in the kitchen, heat it up yourself."
Lan Jin couldn't bear it any longer and struggled out of his embrace, wishing she could kick him out with a single foot, barely managing to restrain herself through deep breaths.
At the mention of his meal, Qin Yin's eyes lit up instantly, overjoyed as if he had struck gold. He knew his wife wouldn't be so heartless. He hurriedly got up and scurried to the kitchen, and sure enough, he saw the meal she had left for him on the counter.
He warmed it up in the microwave, then carried it out and sat down at the dining table to dig in heartily.
Umm, indeed only his wife's cooking truly suited his taste.
It was so delicious!
After the meal, Qin Yin conscientiously went to wash the dishes and then wiped the table and mopped the floor, leaving the house spotlessly clean.
Lan Jin raised her eyebrows in approval and teased, "You're so domesticated, whoever marries you will be truly fortunate."
