"Husband, I'm back."

Haitong shouted as he entered the house with snacks.

Zhan Yin stood up and faced her.

I saw her carrying a bag containing several disposable lunch boxes.

"You said you won't eat midnight snacks and brought them back. Do you think you dislike your husband's poor cooking skills and don't want to eat the midnight snacks I made?"

He resented his unbalanced mind, and he could magnify any small thing to the point where Haitong despised him.

"No way, my husband's cooking skills have surpassed mine. Just when I was passing by the night market, I remembered some snacks that I used to eat, so I couldn't help but stop and pack a portion to take back to eat."

Zhan Yin doesn't know how to make those snacks. When he can eat breakfast that ordinary people usually eat, it's because he pretends to be poor. Haitong doesn't know. He always packs breakfast and comes back to eat. He doesn't want to be in trouble, so he eats it.

I still remember Haitong’s pork offal porridge. He only ate the porridge and not the offal.

"Would you like to eat together?"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     but

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 got disposable gloves for her.

"If you want to eat, tell Uncle Ming. The chef at home will make it more delicious than the ones outside."

"Occasionally I still want to eat outside. I want to eat wontons tomorrow. I'll go to my sister's shop to eat them. There are also steamed dumplings."

What she likes is the ordinary atmosphere of life.

Zhan Yin knew what she meant.

He stopped talking and watched her eating with gusto in silence. His eldest young master didn't like to eat these.

The quantity is not much, so Haitong can handle it alone.

After eating, she was still a little bit unsatisfied.

"If I hadn't been busy tomorrow, I would have had two glasses of wine."

Zhan Yin's face was a little gloomy, and he said to her: "You are busy, you are busy every day, do you still remember your husband's surname? How long have you not told me that you love me? How long have you not sent me flowers?

Haven’t you bought me new clothes?”

"I worked all day and was exhausted, but when I came home and saw your smiling face and listened to your gentle words, I felt that it was worth it no matter how tired I was. But when I came home, even your

No shadow can be seen."

"Ms. Haitong, you have seriously neglected your husband!"

Zhan Yin lodged a serious protest.

Haitong: ""

She looked at him.

Zhan Yin looked stifled and turned his face away from her.

"husband."

Haitong quickly began to coax her husband.

This man has always been domineering, and he is used to being supported by others, so he fell into trouble with her. He seems to have changed, but in fact he has not changed at all.

Thinking about it, she had been neglecting him a little bit recently because she was too busy.

I came back later than him several times.

A certain young man who was used to being supported by others and centered around him became angry, exploded, and protested.

"How could I forget my husband's last name?"

Haitong walked over, hugged one of Zhan Yin's arms, and said softly: "My husband's surname is Zhan, and his first name is Yin. Zhan Yin is a really good name. I will never forget this name for the rest of my life, unless I get older.

If you have Alzheimer's disease, you may forget."

Zhan Yin turned his face and stared at her.
Chapter completed!