Ning Xiaofei grabbed her mobile phone and exclaimed, "Why did you snatch my fish?"
"Your fish?" The man, across the table, with an arrogant expression, "You are mine."
The implication being, you're mine, so naturally, your fish is mine too!
Ning Xiaofei argued stubbornly, "Even if that's the case, shouldn't a husband be considerate towards his wife?"
That fish was only decent on one side; the other side was completely burnt black—how could it still be edible?
Sanma fish are small, and it really was strange to serve just one on the table. Her original plan was to keep the burnt one for herself, simply not eating the charred side to avoid him finding out—how could she let him know this embarrassing blunder that could tarnish her good wife image, which happened on the rare occasion she cooked a meal?
Squeezing a slice of lemon, Mu Tianye leisurely dripped a few drops of lemon juice onto the fish.
"You have a small stomach, of course you should eat less."
"I am not small."
