Ling Yin decisively kept silent, oh that feeling of being cared for and protected by your wife!
After leaving the hospital, Mao Mao was neglected and tossed into the back seat, while Hua Hua placed two thick cushions on the passenger seat, sitting down comfortably. Ling Yin increasingly felt that a man with a wife is truly lucky.
Driving the car, Hua Hua asked, "Are we eating at home, or outside? How about ordering takeout?"
Although Hua Hua was confident in his cooking skills, he hadn't practiced for many years and dared not embarrass himself. Now, he was only back to the skill of cooking porridge.
Ling Yin squinted slightly: "Let's go to the supermarket. I'll make your favorite steak tonight."
"I don't like eating steak made by a sick person at all." Hua Hua added, "It's definitely super awful."
Ling Yin thought for a moment: "Then let's eat out. I'll take you to have paella, at a very famous place here."
"Don't you need to lie down at home?"
