Outside, the wind was biting cold, but inside it was warm and cozy.
The air was filled with the aroma of spicy and savory flavors. In the center of the eight-immortal table was a hot pot with two broths, one side filled with spicy and savory beef tallow and the other with rich tomato soup.
The aroma was so enticing that Wen Qinghe felt her stomach rumbling with hunger.
Yan Xiao chuckled, his hands still busy cooking meat and cabbage for his wife.
This was also the first time he had ever seen this kind of pot and this way of eating.
No fire is needed; just plug in an electrical cord, and the pot can automatically boil water—it's the first time he's ever seen anything like it.
That's right, this time they used an electric hot pot with two separate compartments.
Wen Qinghe asked Yan Xiao to bring out the generator, and sure enough, having electricity made things much more convenient.
There was also a heater standing nearby, making the room warm and cozy.
Wen Qinghe, wearing only a sweater, sat at the table with her chin resting on her hand, her legs swinging back and forth under the chair, her eyes fixed on the slices of meat that were constantly rolling in the spicy beef tallow.
Yan Xiao placed the cooked mutton and fish balls into Wen Qinghe's small bowl. Worried that she would burn herself when she put them in her mouth, he specially cut the fish balls in half with chopsticks to let the heat dissipate faster.
Wen Qinghe eagerly took it, picked up a meatball, and immediately tasted the spicy flavor, without even having time to savor the taste.
I was choked by the sudden burst of spicy and numbing flavor that went into my throat.
"Cough cough cough..."
Her brow furrowed, and tears streamed down her face.
Yan Xiao panicked and quickly put down his chopsticks, feeding his wife the honey water he had prepared earlier.
"Sweetie, come on, drink some water first."
After Wen Qinghe drank a few sips of water, she was able to suppress her uncontrollable cough.
She had forgotten that this body wasn't very good at handling spicy food. The most spicy dish she had eaten before was only mildly spicy.
Her lips were slightly swollen, and her nose and the corners of her eyes were smudged with red, making her look quite pitiful.
Yan Xiao gently pulled her into his arms with a large hand, carefully wiping away her tears. He felt a pang of heartache for her.
Aside from in bed, he didn't want to see the girl shed a single tear at any other time; every tear burned his heart.
He had momentarily forgotten that his wife was physically weak and couldn't eat such spicy and numbing food. He had assumed she was feeling better, so when she said she wanted to eat hot pot that evening, he didn't stop her.
The man gently patted the girl's back to comfort her, and asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling better?"
Wen Qinghe suppressed the discomfort, and her appetite had halved.
Yan Xiao used his own bowl to pick out the meat and fish balls from the tomato soup, carefully blew on them to cool them down, and then fed them to the little girl.
"Try it, my dear. It will taste even better if it's coated in the sweet and sour broth."
Wen Qinghe, who originally had little appetite, gave up the spicy hot pot after taking a bite.
Why make things difficult for yourself? Experience has shown that what suits you best is the best.
This time, a larger bowl was used, and Wen Qinghe ate more than half of it. The main dish was hand-pulled noodles coated in tomato broth.
The rest were all eaten by the men.
...
The moon and stars are sparse.
Yan Xiao dried his wife's hair before taking a shower using the water she had used for bathing.
Wen Qinghe took advantage of this break to enter the space.
She hadn't forgotten to find glasses for the man.
There are too many things in the space. It seems that when Yan Xiao has time, he should come in and help tidy up and classify them. Otherwise, the entire supplies area will be a mess and hard to find.
Finally, she found the box where she kept her glasses in a corner where clothes were piled up.
When she took the suitcase out, she saw that Yan Xiao had already taken a shower and changed into matching couple pajamas with her.
Wen Qinghe was wearing white pajamas with a pink rabbit head logo tonight, while Yan Xiao was wearing a black wolf head logo.
Wen Qinghe opened the box and let the man choose for himself.
The inside of the box was lined with high-quality velvet, with five layers in total, containing all sorts of glasses.
There are both men's and women's versions. The first layer is sunglasses, and the second layer is non-prescription lenses that block blue light.
Yan Xiao glanced at it only once before looking at his wife.
"Which one do you think looks better, Qingqing?"
Wen Qinghe remembered the domineering CEOs with gold-rimmed glasses in the TV series she watched, so she carefully made a pair of gold-rimmed blue light blocking glasses.
When a man has strong features and a blank, unsmiling face, there is a hint of fierceness between his brows.
When Wen Qinghe first met him, she thought that this kind of man might be prone to domestic violence if they disagreed.
But as it turns out, you can't judge a book by its cover.
Then, the moment her fair, delicate hand placed the glasses on the man's eye sockets...
Wen Qinghe was stunned for a moment.
Through the thin lenses, it seemed as if the menacing aura had been suddenly sealed away.
Well, I have to say, she thinks the domineering CEOs in TV dramas are all incredibly weak.
The man in her family is the real deal—a seemingly refined scoundrel.
Yan Xiao watched as the girl's bright eyes momentarily became infatuated after he put on his glasses.
He smiled slightly, and his eyes behind his glasses seemed to deepen a bit.
His voice was low and seductive as he spoke.
"Sweetie, do I look good wearing it like this?"
"nice."
"Does my sweetie like it?"
"like."
"Then I won't pick them tonight, sweetie, you're not allowed to stop me, okay?"
"Okay...no—"
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