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"You, come here." Xie Jinghong originally wanted to mock her husband a bit, but thinking of her family’s repeated reminders, she had to keep a straight face without revealing her inner emotions, silently taking her husband to the kitchen.
Fortunately, since Uncle Zhang came over today, there were plenty of dishes prepared at home, with quite a few leftovers, which saved her effort. She only needed to start the fire, then she could put the dishes and rice into the big pot to steam them, casually pouring him a pot of warm water—
"Xiao Hong!" Fan Jiefang, seeing his wife’s habitual action, had red rims around his eyes, his large hand enveloping hers, softly calling out.
"You, let go, go drink your water!" Xie Jinghong felt like slapping herself, why do you degrade yourself!
Fan Jiefang would not have been so emotionally unstable due to his wife’s ordinary habitual action if his wife and children hadn’t left for a few days.
In the past, having a mouthful of warm water when he came home and someone nagging him with the day’s details, talking about how their three sons were obedient or naughty... all of those things, turned out to be so precious!
Seeing that his wife was displeased, Fan Jiefang obediently let go of her hand and obediently drank the water.
Then, there was a moment of silence between the couple until the ’hissing’ boiling sound woke Xie Jinghong up, but before she could react, Fan Jiefang had already taken the hot dishes and rice out of the pot first.
Seeing this, Xie Jinghong simply took the empty water cup beside her hand, feeling the physicality of it in her hands, she then realized, no matter how much she showed hatred towards Fan Jiefang on the surface, her heart still regarded herself as Fan Jiefang’s wife.
Fan Jiefang, was still her husband.
She was still accustomed to taking thorough care of him, seeing that his cup was empty, and without much thought, she acted immediately.
Filling the cup with water, she slowly walked back to the dining table.
"Thank you." Fan Jiefang steadily took the water cup from his wife’s hand, knowing that his wife had a knot in her heart, he didn’t dare to do more, and pleasingly asked, "Xiao Hong, do you want to eat some more?"
"No need, I’m full, you go ahead and eat." Xie Jinghong shook her head, poured herself a cup of hot water, and sat opposite him, her eyes however, avoided making eye contact.
Her rough hands gripping the hot water cup, unconsciously exerted force.
"Then I’ll start eating." Confirmed that his wife wouldn’t leave him, coupled with extreme hunger, Fan Jiefang sat down and started eating earnestly with his mouth chewing fast and a lot.
Obviously, he was really starving.
Xie Jinghong glanced from the corner of her eye, her husband seemed darker and thinner.
By the time Xie Jinghong realized what she was thinking, her face was burning with embarrassment.
She really didn’t think that she had just been staring at her husband for ten minutes!
Fan Jiefang was almost full, and she, like a fool, how long had it been? Xie Jinghong awkwardly lowered her head, judging herself.
Compared to the disdain Xie Jinghong felt inside, Fan Jiefang appeared much more joyous on his face. Seeing his wife shyly lowering her head, he didn’t want to increase her embarrassment and annoyance.
He stood up, first washed the bowls, dishes, and utensils, and put them away properly. This action gave Xie Jinghong a little time to adjust her emotions.
Feeling that this little time had helped his wife calm down, he then came beside her, crouched in front of her, not wanting them to only face each other in silence in the future, he pleaded with her:
"Xiao Hong, can we talk, okay?"
"You say." Xie Jinghong had returned to normal, hearing her husband’s words, she nodded.
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