Yang Ming, holding firewood in hand, abruptly paused. He looked towards his petite wife. Was the wife heavy? Not at all, lifting her felt light as a feather, it seemed she needed to eat more in the future, "Not heavy."
"..." She also felt he wasn't heavy, so what was up with him, suddenly feeling so moody? Never mind, perhaps men are like women, having those few days each month.
Xiaoxiao stopped pondering and came out, washed her hands, picked up the rice ladle to scoop rice, and busied herself as well, "If we work together, it'll be faster."
"Hmm."
Both of them busied themselves cooking, and soon everything was ready. During the meal, Yang Ming was still not very talkative, his mood noticeably low.
Xiaoxiao couldn't stand it anymore, she used to ignore his words, but now her husband's mood swings directly tugged at her heart.
After eating, having cleaned up everything, Xiaoxiao couldn't bear it any longer, "Honey, what's wrong, you seem down. Did something happen on the way?">
