"Oh, I just had a fight with you and she's on vacation now. What a coincidence." Yang Qingheng said sarcastically, it was obvious to anyone who could tell who was behind this.

Song Hengjue kept his eyes down and didn't dare to utter a sound.

"I'd like to see what you can come up with to fool me." Arguing is one thing, but Yang Qingheng has no reason to mess with her stomach. She can continue arguing after she's full, but if she damages her stomach, it's really hard to repair.

When Song Hengjue saw that Yang Qingheng did not find his cooking offensive, he was delighted and immediately pushed the dining cart out of the study. During the meal, he stared at Yang Qingheng expectantly. He knew what she wanted to eat with just a glance from her, and he was more obsequious than the old eunuchs in the palace.

His aim was to atone for his sins by making her comfortable in the hopes of earning her a good look.

Unfortunately, he had no idea what Yang Qingheng was thinking, otherwise he would have been so aggrieved.

An argument can be interrupted but then resumed? He had never seen anything like it before. Anyone who heard this would praise her for being so clever.

"I'm full, you can eat, don't waste food." Yang Qingheng put down her chopsticks, slowly wiped her mouth clean, and glanced at Gao Xiao'e's room out of the corner of her eye.

Something's not right, something's really not right. These two haven't made a fuss at all today; they're unusually quiet.

Could they be preparing some big surprise...?

Song Hengjue didn't say that he had just made things difficult for the two of them again in order to make them quiet.

They devoured the leftovers without a trace of disgust, as if it were commonplace. After all, they had been married for decades and had shared everything in their past lives; how could they possibly complain about this?

Most importantly, his wife smelled wonderful from head to toe. Song Hengjue secretly glanced at Yang Qingheng.

Yang Qingheng hesitated, then asked, "There's only one bite left in this bowl. Do you really have to eat this?"

Song Hengjue, holding her bowl, froze for a second, then glared at her: "Wasting food is wrong!"

Yang Qingheng choked, silently withdrawing her hand. Oh well, it wasn't going to be stuffed into her mouth anyway.