"The duty of a soldier's husband is to make sure his wife is well-fed."
"Scoundrel!"
"A scoundrel paired with a hooligan, we're a perfect match!" Xing Liehuo raised an eyebrow, ignoring her protests and forcing her to quiet down and just focus on eating. He felt as if he was starving, as if he hadn't eaten comfortably like this in years.
"Hey, be careful not to overeat and ruin that precious stomach of yours at night." Seeing him add another dinner's worth of food, Lian Qiao clicked her tongue in disbelief.
"I'm happy," he retorted.
The grouchy Crown Prince glared at her annoyedly. So what if she wouldn't eat with him? Couldn't he at least enjoy his meal without interruption?
Lian Qiao fell silent.
Keep eating, hopefully it kills you!
Only after he had finished everything in his bowl did Xing Liehuo let out a satisfied belch and casually wiped his mouth with a tissue. He asked nonchalantly, "This braised pork is really authentic, where'd you learn to make it?"
