Tonight's dinner was just for the three of them. Yu Xiaomin and Qiao Xinyu came back from work, and Xu Qinghuan had already prepared the meal: noodles in a broth made from big bones, topped with slices of bright red tomatoes and vibrant green vegetables, with an egg for each person.
The sweet and sour pork was perfectly tangy and sweet, just like the flavor from Shen City. The three ate until they were sweating profusely.
After eating, Qiao Xinyu patted her round belly and sighed deeply, "Qinghuan, it's such a pity I'm not a man."
Yu Xiaomin was tidying up the pots and pans and paused, looking over in confusion.
"If I were a man, I'd marry you instantly. Where else could I find such a virtuous wife as you?"
After Qiao Xinyu finished speaking, Yu Xiaomin couldn't help but burst into laughter.
