Su Lenghe opened her Douyin account.
One account has 99+ comments.
Su Lenghe opened it and saw that people with different usernames were chatting inside.
It turned out that Rong Yan had already created the group and he had become the administrator.
With Rong Yan taking care of things, Su Lenghe didn't plan to worry about it.
As soon as the live stream started, someone in the fan group quickly said, "It's live! Brothers, get on the stream!"
"It's so convenient to have a fan group now that I'm here."
The number of viewers in the live stream surged rapidly, and the results were indeed better than before.
Su Lenghe's voice was cold: "Now we'll draw the first connection."
The connection was established, and Qian An secured the connection.
Qian An was panting heavily, his cheeks were flushed, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He was wearing an apron on his upper body and holding a mop with his other hand.
"Hello, host."
[Am I seeing things? They're actually mopping the floor?]
Are you a full-time stay-at-home husband?
Men who do housework are good men.
Qian An smiled bitterly: "Not only do I have to mop the floor, but I also have to cook and wash the dishes."
“I’m not a stay-at-home dad, I have a job.”
What about your wife? She's also part of the family, so she should share the housework.
[Yes, that's right. A division of labor is the most harmonious. My husband and I always cook together at home.]
This is how we raise our children; everyone in the family has to do something.
Qian An sighed: "To be honest, I feel like I married a tyrant."
Once, he forgot to eat because he was too busy working overtime, and his stomach problems flared up, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
He asked his wife to make him a cup of honey water to help him recover, but to his surprise, his wife picked up the cup and asked him something.
"How do you make honey water, with hot or cold water? How many spoonfuls of honey and how much water?"
Qian An was in so much pain that she couldn't straighten up. She said aggrievedly, "Didn't you just shower before? You've already forgotten!"
Zeng Jiao said nonchalantly, "I forgot. Just tell me, what do I need to do?"
Hearing this, Qian An was furious and said irritably, "Fine, I'll go get it myself."
Zeng Jiao put down her cup: "Okay then, I've made plans to go shopping with my best friend, I'll go now."
How can someone be so heartless?
Who can survive like this?
Qian An said helplessly, "That's not all."
Every night when he gets home, he doesn't cook, so Zeng Jiao orders takeout for the children.
Worried about his child's health, he could only cook while wearing an apron.
He tried to teach Zeng Jiao to cook, but Zeng Jiao would ask him how many grains of salt to add.
On another occasion, he bought fruit and, because he had a cold and wasn't feeling well, he asked Zeng Jiao to prepare the fruit for the children.
Zeng Jiao asked, "Do we need to wash the fruit and peel it?"
"Cut it into chunks or slices, and how many pieces?"
"Should we eat it with a toothpick or a fork?"
After being asked several questions, Qian An was at her wit's end and, despite her illness, she cut fruit for the child.
[Who can tolerate this? We're all adults, this is common sense, why do we still need to ask?]
[It's just that they're deliberately being lazy and trying to shirk their duties.]
It's so hard to treat others like fools and think you're the smartest.
I feel sorry for you for a second. If I married a wife like that, I'd probably be depressed to death.
I'm so tired.
Qian An felt like he had been blind all along.
He said desperately, "Host, I just want to ask if a divorce would have a big impact on my children?"
"I really misjudged people before."
Su Lenghe nodded in agreement: "Indeed, he misjudged people."
"However, it's not you, it's your wife."
Upon hearing this, the audience was completely dumbfounded.
Did I hear that right? How come it's still his fault?
[Was the host distracted and didn't hear what happened?]
[The anchor is showing bias]
Su Lenghe's voice was icy: "Two years ago, your wife asked you to prepare a hospital bag. What was your response at the time?"
Qian An tried hard to recall.
Zeng Jiao was heavily pregnant at the time, and Qian An casually picked up something from the bed: "Where should I put this?"
"This one..."
He asks countless questions about everything.
Then his wife said impatiently, "Just leave the things there, do I need to ask any more questions?"
Qian An threw his things down and said, "Of course I have to ask if I don't know. If you're so good at it, then you clean it up."
As he spoke, he lay down on the bed and played games.
Zeng Jiao wiped away her tears while supporting her pregnant belly and packing her things.
Qian An felt somewhat guilty: "I was immature back then, I just wanted to have fun."
Su Lenghe continued, "Your child is crying from hunger, and your wife asks you to make milk. What are you doing?"
The child kept crying, and Zeng Jiao was extremely anxious. She carried the child around and tried to soothe him.
Zeng Jiao said, "You make milk for the baby, he's hungry."
Holding the baby bottle, Qian An asked in confusion, "How many spoonfuls of milk, how much water, cold or hot water, and what temperature?"
Zeng Jiao: "Didn't you just go for a shower yesterday?"
"You said it yesterday too."
Zeng Jiao said angrily, "Fine, I'll do it myself."
Qian An put down the baby bottle, relieved: "Perfect timing, Gangzi and the others invited me for drinks, I'll be going now."
He took his phone and went out.
Zeng Jiao was left helpless.
She didn't dare to cry; she could only grit her teeth and hold back her tears as she held her baby and made formula.
...
[You went too far! Even as a man, I wanted to punch you!]
I think what your wife did seems quite reasonable.
Thank you, wife, for saving my breasts.
Qian An said with remorse, "I know, I made mistakes before, and I deserve to suffer now!"
"I will definitely treat my wife well in the future. Thank you, host, for reminding me of these things."
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