These few sentences seem like a playful excuse for her earlier pot-burning behavior, but on reflection, isn't this just comforting him from tonight's sadness?
Qian's wisdom is truly unparalleled among women; she's a grown woman who knows when to be soft without hesitation. Xiaoqiang happily drinks down this wave of loving-wife-style spiritual comfort soup.
He picks her up horizontally, chuckling lightly against her forehead, "Did you deliberately burn the pot just to say this roundabout comforting sentence to me?"
"Um... please call me a virtuous woman." Qian guiltily glanced at the pot that had met its end.
Actually, it really wasn't intentional.
She was seriously trying to make hangover soup for her man, but she didn't know how things turned out this way, and Xiaoqiang clearly misunderstood something.
Seeing him look so touched, Qian decided to go with the flow, deciding not to point out the misunderstanding!
