After listening to Wang Xiaolong's words, Li Qiao'er let out a snort of laughter.
"Sticking by the stove, eating simple meals, looking after me, this plain-faced woman, could that truly be the envy of others?
For you men, isn't the truly comfortable life one with luxurious mansions, fancy cars, no worries about money, and eating delicacies while surrounded by beautiful women every day?"
Wang Xiaolong shrugged his shoulders, "People are a contradictory bunch, easily content yet never fully satisfied. I aspire for the kind of life you talk about since it means not toiling for daily necessities,
but, compared to that kind of noisy wealth, simplicity and ordinariness also bring more joy—at least... right now, I'm quite enjoying this moment."
Li Qiao'er said with a smile, "I can't offer you other things, but I can surely provide this simple, ordinary life every day. Our house has nothing else, but there's always enough plain tea and simple food."
