The couple went out to get their hair cut together. Zhuang Zhixi saw his beloved wife's hair go from long, flowing locks to a short bob with bangs. He couldn't help but think that she looked even younger. She was like a young girl. If not for her noticeable belly, one would think she was a teenager.
Ming Mei wasn't skinny – her oval face made her look attractive and fortunate.
Zhuang Zhixi, "Wifey, what have I done to deserve someone like you?"
Ming Mei, very sincerely, "You're handsome and smooth."
Zhuang Zhixi thought about it and realized it was true. Who said men can't live off their looks?
Clearly, they could.
He laughed, wrapping his arm around his wife, "Let's go for lunch."
As he pulled down her woolen hat, Ming Mei said, "You're very considerate. Ever since I cut my hair short, I've been feeling really cold."
Her scalp was freezing.
Zhuang Zhixi, "That's how it should be."
He laughed as he led his wife out the door.
