Yan Luoxi bit her finger, contemplating. Li Yeqi didn't seem like such a petty person. If he really thought she was insinuating that he was 'small', he would make sure she personally retracted it and praised him for being 'big'.
"Why do I feel like that's not the point?"
Aunt Tong looked at her with an expression that was out of touch with the situation and said, "Whether it is or not, you should go and apologize to your husband first."
"It was clearly him who gave me the cold shoulder first, so why should I go groveling to him?" Yan Luoxi complained, pouting.
"Madam, there should be no overnight grudges between husband and wife. I've already thought of a plan for you: I stewed some pigeon and bull penis soup to nourish the body. You can take it to your husband at noon, and put on a little coquettish act. He'll forgive you then."
"Who's he to forgive?" Yan Luoxi retorted with dissatisfaction: "I'm still angry."
