"I'll cook tofu; you go and rest."
At the dinner table, the couple laughed and congratulated the two elders.
Li Yunqiao maintained his usual smile, but Hong Lin knew that Dad was happy.
In the evening, Li Yunqiao was a bit excited; after all, this was their wedding night.
He held his wife fondly, feeling in his heart that living with the woman he loved was intoxicating.
Lu Fengzhen suddenly felt something cold on her arm, opened her eyes to glance, and looked at Li Yunqiao in surprise.
"This is for you."
"I don't work, and we have a clock at home; a watch is useless for me."
"How could it be useless? Someday, I'll take you shopping for clothes and leather shoes."
Lu Fengzhen shook her head, "I don't need them; I have plenty of clothes. Shoes too."
"Those are yours; I'll buy for you in the future."
"No need; we have many kids at home, and we must be thrifty."
Li Yunqiao cherished his wife in his arms, "No need to be thrifty for me."
