He Tingchuan raised an eyebrow: "You could tell?"
Yun Jin nodded.
He Tingchuan praised, "My wife has a sharp tongue. Yes, it's a new dish. Master Wan injured his hand a few days ago and is resting these days. It was his apprentice who made it. Is it not delicious?"
"The taste is a bit off." Yun Jin took a couple of bites. "It's still edible. I wonder if Master Wan will be fully recovered before we leave."
He Tingchuan seemed to be deep in thought.
Unable to finish a large bowl of pork offal noodles, Yun Jin looked to He Tingchuan for help.
He Tingchuan understood immediately, took the pork offal noodles that Yun Jin hadn't finished, and ate them in a few bites, leaving not a drop of soup.
He Zizhen suddenly realized: "No wonder my uncle ate so little in the cafeteria. He was waiting to eat my aunt's leftovers. You two really are... I can tell. You two are really very loving!"
Yun Jin smiled and admitted, "Yes, we love it!"
He Tingchuan's ears turned slightly red. He glanced at Yun Jin shyly, his eyes slightly reproachful. Why was she saying these things in front of the younger generation? Of course he knew his wife loved him, and he loved her too, right?
The little girl who hadn't finished her rice cake looked to her father for help.
Having lived through the famine years, Mr. and Mrs. He had a rule: they could eat as much as they wanted, but they couldn't waste food.
Little Rice Cake knows not to leave rice uneaten, so she usually gives the leftovers to Doubao.
He Tingchuan dotes on his wife but not his daughter: "How long has Doubao been wanting to eat this?"
Little Rice Cake could only obediently give Doubao a snack.
Doubao wagged its tail happily.
Fortunately, the male homeowner had some conscience; he took the female homeowner's leftovers and ate them, but didn't take the little master's.
Otherwise the dogs will go hungry!
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