I believe it.
"Then why is he holding back?"
"Save your big move."
Xiao Qingyin pressed further, "What ultimate move?"
Yi Shuihan shrugged: "He hasn't even made a move yet, how would I know?"
"You didn't make any preparations?"
"Do we need to prepare to deal with his little tricks?"
Yi Shuihan looked on with disdain.
"Wife, you underestimate your husband too much."
Xiao Qingyin: "..."
She said irritably, "We're not married yet, so stop calling me 'wife' all the time."
Yi Shuihan, however, kept calling her "wife" and did so even more enthusiastically.
Xiao Qingyin: "..."
Even a genius isn't as childish as this guy.
However, Yi Shuihan wasn't worried, so she felt relieved.
I spend half a day at Baibaozhai clinic, then accompany some "idiot" for a stroll and some good food, and before I know it, it's Laba Festival.
On Laba Festival, according to custom, not only temples would distribute porridge to the poor, but the emperor would also bestow porridge upon his officials.
Xiao Qingyin was neither a poor person nor an official, so she had to cook porridge for herself.
She had already prepared dozens of ingredients, intending to use all her culinary skills to cook a delicious pot of porridge.
Unexpectedly, someone from the palace came and said that this was the first time His Majesty had bestowed porridge upon the people, and that not only officials, but also their families and noble families could come to the palace to drink porridge.
They practically turned Laba porridge into a royal banquet.
Xiao Qingyin was not interested in this, but she suspected that the emperor was behind it.
He then asked Yi Shuihan, "Are you going or not?"
Yi Shuihan chuckled: "Go, I specially cooked this porridge for you. It would be such a disappointment if you didn't go."
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