Zhan Moxiao seemed to belatedly lift his head, glanced at Ou Lan, then at Chu Xinzhi, and chuckled awkwardly before picking up the fish soup again.
Ou Lan's little fists were already clenched so tightly they were "cracking" with tension. Damn it, if he dared to drink the fish soup, she'd definitely commit domestic violence.
Zhan Moxiao pretended to bring the fish soup to his lips, and just as his little wife was about to explode and attack him the next second, he timely put the fish soup down, "Xinzhi, I'm full, I can't drink anymore. I'll drink the soup you make next time."
Ou Lan's clenched fists silently loosened.
Chu Xinzhi burst into "wow wow" tears, "Brother-in-law, how can you do this? I stayed up all night and painstakingly cooked it for you."
Zhan Moxiao raised an eyebrow, "Then leave it here, I'll drink it in the evening."
