Ruan Xia turned to comfort him. âItâs okay. Letâs not think about this. What do you want to do today? Watch a movie? Go shopping?â
Song Tingshen subconsciously became alert as soon as he heard the words âgo shoppingâ.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
He thought it over and answered, âDonât you like buying food at the food market lately? Iâll go with you. Iâll cook for you today.â
Ruan Xia looked at him in surprise. âYou can cook?â
Song Tingshen held her hand and opened the passenger door. After she sat down, he leaned against the car and helplessly smiled. âI can, but I canât guarantee itâll taste good. Iâll need your master guidance.â
When he graduated from college and lived in a small single room, he only got takeout when he was out for business. And even then, it was a cheap meal. During the other times, he cooked noodles or simple dishes and used his small electric rice cooker to make rice. It was much cheaper than eating out.
It was only now that Ruan Xia remembered Song Tingshen was also a person who had gone through tough times.
They chatted and laughed on the way to the food market. It didnât take long to get there. Song Tingshen had more skills than her. He knew various dialects and was better at bargaining. She only had to follow after him. They didnât need to buy much. After a lap around the food market, they bought everything they needed and were ready to go home.
Holding the plastic bags, the couple walked on the road. The winter sun shone down on them. It was very warm and left people feeling that this winter wasnât bad at all.
Song Tingshen did what he said. He said he would cook and he did. Well, the way he cut vegetables was much more professional than how she looked before.
Ruan Xia stood next to him, but there wasnât much she could help with, so she just talked with him.
Today was a lot more relaxed for her.
âAfter we finish eating, you go rest. Iâll clean.â Song Tingshen suddenly said.
Startled, Ruan Xia asked, âYouâll clean? Ah, no need.â
âWhy? The hourly worker rarely comes. Youâre the one cleaning the house inside and outside. I donât have work today, so you should take a break. Go watch TV or take an afternoon nap.â Song Tingshen turned his head to the side to look at her. âYouâve been working hard lately. Just because the housekeeper aunty took time off doesnât mean everything should be left to you to do. Isnât there a saying? Work becomes lighter when two people work together.â
âBut youâre already very busy at work. You finally have time off. How can I let you spend this time cleaning?â
Song Tingshen sighed. âFacts proved that a wife is better at caring for her husband than children for their father.â
His son wouldnât feel sorry for him. It was still his wife who was the best.
Ruan Xia laughed. âNow you know I care for you?â
âI knew that a long time ago.â Song Tingshen sliced bell peppers into strips. âBut Little Wang genuinely feels distressed when he sees you working too hard. Sure enough, a child is closer to his mother.â
Ruan Xia was very proud. âIf he doesnât care so much for me, I would have doted on him in vain.â
âBut, I can guarantee one thing.â Song Tingshen paused, âHe doesnât care for you as much as I do.â
Why did he suddenly say this?
Without waiting for Ruan Xia to respond, Song Tingshen said, âItâs because heâs inherited my good genes. The genes that care for you.â