Sister-in-law Gao was dumbfounded: "You knit a sweater?"
He Tingchuan asked seriously, "Um, is it inconvenient for my sister-in-law to teach me?"
Sister-in-law Gao waved her hand: "It's not that it's inconvenient, it's just a bit unexpected. Did your wife ask you to learn it?"
Yun Jin really doesn't treat her own man like an outsider!
He Tingchuan shook his head: "No, it's because I want to knit a sweater myself. If there's nothing inconvenient, then I'll trouble you, sister-in-law. Is this how you hold the needle?"
Seeing his eagerness to learn, Sister-in-law Gao didn't say anything, suppressing her shock, and focused on teaching He Tingchuan how to knit.
Don't let his stern and imposing appearance fool you; he's incredibly quick to learn and knits. He can do it all by himself in no time, and he even knits better than Yun Jin—at least he doesn't miss a stitch.
In just one hour, He Tingchuan mastered the technique and began working quickly to catch up on the schedule.
He also reminded Sister-in-law Gao, "Don't tell my wife about this. I'll give her a surprise when I finish knitting it."
Sister-in-law Gao, who had just been shown off, was speechless.
Why can't I meet such a good man?
I personally took care of her during her postpartum period, and my daughter was also well taken care of, so my wife didn't have to worry about anything.
That's not all; the food and drinks were prepared with care, a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, nutritious and delicious.
If she had been taken care of like this during her postpartum period, she wouldn't have developed back pain.
Then look at Yun Jin, oh my, she's even prepared a gift for her postpartum period.
What wife can compare to Yun Jin, who gets to wear a sweater knitted by her own husband?
Sister-in-law Gao was extremely envious.
When Commander Gao returned home that evening, his wife complained that his eyes and nose were not attractive enough, and that he had wanted to have sex with her that night, but she refused, saying, "We've been married for so long, almost fifteen years now, is there anything you want to give me?"
Commander Gao smiled and said, "How about giving you a son?"
A minute later, Commander Gao was kicked off the bed by his wife. He pitifully hugged his pillow, looking back every few steps, hoping that his wife would change her mind. Unfortunately, his wife was determined and wouldn't budge. He could only walk heavily to the next room to sleep with his son.
What good man wouldn't want to sleep with his sweet and soft wife in his arms?
Commander Gao felt wronged. Wasn't it better to send his son?
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