Zhan Yin didn’t dare to speak anymore.
He really wanted Haitong to live a relaxed life of running a bookstore, but Haitong was his wife and the future wife, so he really wanted to shoulder the burden of being the wife.
I hope I can have a child sooner, and when the child becomes a talent, he can retire early like his father, and go wherever he wants with his mother.
After finishing the call, Zhan Yin’s mood improved a lot.
After he entered the house, he sat down on the sofa in the hall without going upstairs, and turned on the TV to make the room a little noisy.
Haitong said she would be home in ten minutes, but it actually took twenty minutes.
She packed some snacks outside and came back.
Recently, she has been busy with business and socializing with her husband. She eats delicacies from mountains and seas, and she misses the taste of Guancheng snacks.
When returning home, I passed by the night market, so I packed it up and ate it at home.
“Honey, I’m back.”
Haitong yelled as she entered the room with snacks.
Zhan Yin got up to meet her.
I saw her carrying a bag containing several disposable lunch boxes.
“You also said that you won’t eat supper, and you still pack it back. Are you disgusted by your husband’s poor cooking skills and don’t want to eat my supper?”
Husband complained that he was unbalanced, and he could magnify even a small matter, to the point where Haitong loathed him.
“No way, my husband’s cooking skills have surpassed mine. When I passed by the night market, I remembered the few snacks I used to eat, so I couldn’t help but stop and pack a copy to take back.”
Zhan Yin doesn’t know how to make those snacks. When he can eat the breakfast that ordinary people usually eat, it’s because he pretends to be poor. Hai Tong doesn’t know, he always packs breakfast and eats it when he doesn’t want to wear clothes.
I still remember the pork offal porridge cooked by Haitong, he just ate porridge and not pork offal.
“Do you want to eat together?”
Haitong walked to the sofa and sat down, took out several disposable lunch boxes and placed them on the coffee table.
Zhan Yin saw that she opened the lunch box, which contained spicy chicken feet, fried snails, and two grilled chicken wings.
Zhan Yin turned around and fetched disposable gloves for her.
“If you want to eat, tell Uncle Ming, the chef at home is better than the food outside.”
“Occasionally I still want to eat outside. Tomorrow I want to eat wontons, and I will go to my sister’s store to eat, and there are steamed dumplings.”
What she likes is the kind of ordinary life breath.
Zhan Yin knew what she meant.
He stopped talking, and watched her eating with great relish in silence, his eldest and young master didn’t like to eat these.
The quantity is not much, Haitong solved it by himself.
After eating, she was still a little bit unsatisfied.
“If I’m not busy tomorrow, I’d like to have two glasses of wine.”