Chapter 260 (Third Update) She is absolutely free...

Fu Ci kept thinking about whether he was the perfect husband in his wife's eyes.

Finally, after the two of them had finished showering and were lying in bed, he finally had a chance to properly ask his wife about the matter.

"Tell me properly, what small things have I failed to handle well?"

His tone was one of sincere inquiry.

Tang Mingli was yawning when she was startled by her husband's words.

She had completely forgotten what she had said that afternoon and wondered what had happened to him.

"Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Suddenly? You said this afternoon that I do big things well, but small things poorly."

Her lost memories suddenly returned, and Tang Mingli remembered.

She just casually said that in the afternoon, but she didn't expect him to remember it until now.

Waaaaah, can't this man's memory be any better?

However, it's also possible that my tone was off, causing him to misunderstand it as an accusation.

I never imagined that a casual remark might have hurt him.

Realizing her mistake, Tang Mingli quickly tried to fix the mess she had made.

"Oh dear, you've misunderstood the point. I meant to say that you're exceptionally outstanding in important matters. When someone shines too brightly in one thing, everything else naturally pales in comparison."

Once someone is in the wrong, they'll readily use all sorts of affectionate terms.

Normally, it would be rare for me to call him "husband," but today, my baby has already arrived.

Fu Ci felt a tingling sensation in his heart upon hearing this; just one address from her made his heart restless.

This explanation is perfectly correct.

Fu Ci pondered his wife's words and realized that it was indeed true.

He is successful in his career. When people talk about him, they think of his success first and rarely think of anything else.

For example, he loves his wife and daughter.

But others are others. When he comes home, he is a husband and a father. What he cares more about is whether he is a perfect husband and a competent father in the eyes of his wife and daughter.

Tang Mingli couldn't believe that a man in his forties would still care about these things.

It has some inexplicably childish elements, but it's also kind of cute.

But now she dares not show it, much less make fun of it.

She tried to appear serious and nodded emphatically: "If you're not a good husband, there aren't many husbands in the world who can be called good husbands. I'm not bragging, but as a husband and father, there are very few like you."

That's the truth.

That's the truth.

If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have lived such a comfortable life.

Because of him as her father, her children don't have to worry about how to survive in this world.

Thinking of all this, Tang Mingli's heart softened.

She touched her husband's face and said with utmost sincerity and affection, "I am so fortunate to be your wife in this life."

To Fu Ci, these words were almost as sweet as any love confession.

At this moment, his heart was overflowing with happiness.

The atmosphere has reached this point; what happens next is obvious to everyone.

Tang Mingli felt as if she had forgotten something, but she was so confused and infatuated that she could hardly remember it.

It wasn't until much later, when Fu Ci helped her wipe her body, that she suddenly remembered.

My daughter's clothes were torn today, so she washed them early and hung them out to dry, planning to mend them before bed.

She promised her daughter she would fix it.

But now... I have no strength left, I really have no strength left.

Tang Mingli closed her eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

After a good night's sleep, Tang Mingli looked radiant.

After breakfast, the first thing she did was take out Fu Yu's torn clothes from yesterday and mend them.

I learned how to mend clothes without even realizing it after having children.

It's not that I didn't know how to sew at all before, but my stitches were crooked and messy, and they were simply unpresentable.

After having children, she had more things to sew and mend, and she put her heart into it, and before she knew it, her needlework skills had improved significantly.

In no time, the clothes were mended, and from the outside, you couldn't tell that they had been mended at all.

Looking at the mended clothes, Fu Yu happily praised her mother.

"Mom, you're amazing! The clothes look brand new after you mended them."

Tang Mingli enjoyed her daughter's praise, feeling cheerful and refreshed.

Fu Ci, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but laugh. He couldn't tell whether his naive daughter was more adorable or his wife, who was enjoying being flattered, was more endearing.

But the next second, his smile vanished.

Why do mothers seem to know how to mend clothes, but fathers don't?

Fu Ci's smile froze on his face, puzzled as to why his daughter would make such a remark.

Fu Yu explained, "Because my great-grandmother can mend clothes, my grandmother can mend clothes, my mother can mend clothes, and Aunt Mingmei is also very good at mending clothes, but my father and grandfather can't."

When her mother was mentioned, Tang Xin nodded vigorously: "My mother's clothes are so beautifully mended, and she can even sew little animals."

Fu Ci didn't know what to say. After thinking for a long time, he could only give a vague explanation.

"Perhaps women are just more skillful than men."

"Is that so? Are there male tailors in the world?"

In just one minute, Fu Ci was stumped twice by the questions.

Yes, if women are more skillful than men, why were there more male tailors in ancient times?

Unable to exonerate himself, Fu Ci could only admit, "Because my father never did it."

Tang Mingli, Madam Fu, and Madam Fu's mother were already laughing so hard they couldn't straighten up.

The questions they hadn't considered would confuse the child.

That's true. They've already come to believe that sewing and mending are things women do, so even if they don't know how at first, they'll try to do it and learn.

But in a child's eyes, there's no job that absolutely has to be done by a man or a woman. So it's normal for her to be puzzled when she sees that only women can do certain tasks.

Madam Fu and her mother smiled, partly because they found the child innocent and adorable.

But Tang Mingli's smile was tinged with a deeper sense of emotion.

In this family, no one has ever told the children, "As a girl, you should do this or that."

She is absolutely free.

But despite the laughter and the emotion, Tang Mingli knew she couldn't continue watching her husband be at a loss.

She stepped forward to explain for Fu Ci: "Needlework takes time to learn. Mom learned it for several years after Xiao Yu was born. Dad is so busy with work every day that he really doesn't have time, which is why he can't do it. Otherwise, with Dad's intelligence, if he were as skilled as Mom, I think Dad would do it even better than Mom."

"Yes."

Fu Yu suddenly realized.

Dad is very busy; he can only stay home for a whole day occasionally.

"And what about Grandpa?"

Fu Cheng'an, who was called out, became nervous.

Seeing this, Tang Mingli quickly added, "Grandpa used to be a soldier, and he spent most of his time in the army, so he doesn't..."

“Grandpa can,” Fu Cheng’an interjected, somewhat proudly, “Grandpa can mend clothes.”

In the army, soldiers had to mend their own clothes when they were torn, so he actually knew how.

Regardless of how good or bad the technique is, I do know how to do it.

He never imagined that one day he would be able to hold his head high in front of his granddaughter because of his needlework skills.

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Author's note: [Laughing and crying while covering face] It's too laggy. I finished writing the chapter outline, but I don't have enough time to organize it.