Minmin sat cross-legged, took the syrup he passed her, sipped twice, and a warm current flowed into her stomach, also refreshing her.
She turned her head to look at Yiguang.
He was frowning with a serious look, truly portraying a posture of someone who would stand up for her if bullied.
She slowly said, "It's you."
Yiguang smiled, reached out to pinch her cheek, and said, "Acting up again, tonight I'll cook, you get up and wash your face, get ready for dinner. I brought home some pork belly. The rain has lessened, I'll cover the stove with a wooden board and get the fire started."
Minmin's expression turned serious, "I'm being serious."
Yiguang looked at her, noticed the seriousness in her expression, and sat back down, "Didn't like the food today? Or didn't have enough strength to carry water? Or cleaning the house was too tiring?"
"No," Minmin interrupted him, "Yiguang, I want to ask you, were you ever in a relationship with Wen Qing before?"
