Returning home, he went straight into Zheng Xiuxiang's room and saw her sitting on the kang making shoes.
"You're back? Why do you look so listless? Did you not eat? I'll make you something."
"I'm craving dumplings."
"Alright, we still have some meat at home. I'll make scallion meat dumplings for you."
"Okay, go ahead, I'll watch the child." Their son was over three months old now and looked particularly spirited, playing by himself on the kang. His big eyes gleamed intelligently, outshining anything Changjun could manage.
Kong Demin lay on the kang, teasing his son. After forty minutes, the child fell asleep, and Kong Demin also nodded off.
Zheng Xiuxiang came in carrying a large plate of dumplings, thinking she should wake Kong Demin.
He tends to be grumpy when woken up, especially if disturbed during sleep, his temper gets particularly bad.
But this time, he didn't get angry; looking at his increasingly charming woman, he held back his temper.
