When I looked down, I saw my son in my left arms waving his hands and babbling to express his dissatisfaction. Then I looked again and found that the bottle had fallen to the side. No wonder he was moving around restlessly, it turned out that he couldn't get any milk.

Zhou Yuanzheng quickly put the pacifier back into his son's mouth, and wiped the sweat off his head with a guilty look. Oh my goodness, he almost failed to feed. Looking at the older daughter on his right, the bottle of milk was almost empty. Her little hand held the bottle, and her little mouth kept sucking the milk, looking very satisfied. Zhou Yuanzheng's heart almost melted when he saw her well-behaved appearance.

Move your eyes to the left.

Looking at his son's anxious look, Zhou Yuanzheng's smile instantly disappeared, and the corners of his mouth curled up, with a hint of disgust.

My daughter is still the best. She is so cute even when drinking milk. Zhou Yuanzheng couldn't help but lower his head and kiss his daughter on the face. His smile widened a few centimeters.

A fresh aroma wafted out of the kitchen, Zhou Yuanzheng took a deep breath and squinted his eyes in satisfaction. It smelled so good!

After feeding and coaxing the two children to sleep, Zhou Yuan ran into the kitchen and secretly observed what delicious food his wife had made today.

There is a casserole on the stove, with pig's trotters stewed in it. The soup is thick and the trotters are soft and rotten. A rich aroma overbearingly squeezes into people's nasal cavity, making it impossible to ignore the delicious taste.

Zhou Yuan was rubbing his hands in anticipation, "Wife, shall we have pig's trotter soup tonight? It smells so good, it's worthy of your cooking. Even if I practice a hundred times more, I can't compare to the delicious food made by my wife."

Shen Qingqing said unhappily: "You, just keep talking nonsense!"

Zhou Yuanzheng immediately put his arms around her waist and rubbed his chin against her neck.

"I'm not kidding, I'm telling the truth, my wife is the best, I like you the most!"

After saying that, he kissed Shen Qingqing on the cheek.

Shen Qingqing angrily scolded, "Zhou Yuanzheng! How old are you? You are still like a child. How childish!"

She looked up at the sky in silence, feeling that Zhou Yuan was becoming more and more childish, rolling around in front of her like a little kid.

I don't know where he gets such a confident attitude. He's already a father of two children, yet he's still so immature.

But Zhou Yuanzheng didn't care about these things, he just stuck to his wife all the time. They were both busy with work, and after the birth of the child, his wife focused her attention on the child, and the love she gave him was much less.

Zhou Yuanzheng sometimes regrets having a child so early. If he had known earlier, he should have waited a little longer.

Giving birth to a child so early will only affect the relationship between him and his wife!

The pig's trotter soup was almost done. Shen Qingqing turned off the fire and took the casserole off the stove with a rag.

He scooped out a bowl, tasted it, nodded with satisfaction, then took out an oversized bowl from the cupboard and scooped the soup from it.

A whole soft and rotten pig's trotter will fall apart if you press it lightly with a spoon.

Shen Qingqing picked out the two largest pieces of meat and put them in the bowl, then passed Zhou Yuanzheng and left.

Zhou Yuan was watching the delicious soup disappearing from his body, and the smile on his face froze.

"Where are you going, wife? I'm here!"

Shen Qingqing didn't even turn her head. "You serve the rice first. I'll take the soup to Sister Wang."

Zhou Yuanzheng's smile gradually disappeared, and he served his rice obediently. But he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Every day, my wife is busy with work and takes care of the children when she gets home. The two of them don't have much time to spend together, but when she gets home, she is busy taking care of Wang's wife next door.

It’s not that Zhou Yuanzheng was reluctant to part with those things. Everyone in his family had a salary, so they wouldn’t feel bad about spending these things.

He just felt lost. It had been a long time since his wife had been alone with him.

Zhou Yuanzheng felt as if a jar of vinegar had been overturned, and he was filled with sourness.