"What are you looking at?" she chided inadvertently.
"I'm looking at my beautiful wife, is that a problem?"
"Don't give me that nonsense." This was almost a daily mantra for her.
At this moment, her brother Lu Huan came to visit, bringing a plate of honeydew melon slices cut by Mrs. Lu. Upon seeing the couple, one sewing clothes and the other washing socks, he exclaimed, "This is really pastoral charm, how does that song go again? 'You till the fields and I weave cloth.' Sister, you and brother-in-law are more like, 'You sew buttons and I wash socks.'"
Wasn't this exactly what she had just been thinking? Manman blushed and with a roll of her eyes, interrupted her brother's teasing, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
But her clever brother was not somebody easily teased, and he effortlessly deflated her haughty air, wagging his finger and saying proudly, "Sis, you always say that when you have nothing else to say."
