"Feeling indebted in your heart?" laughed Li Banfeng. "Isn't it your stomach that's indebted? Having not found any food these past two days, I suppose my dear wife must be hungry again."
"Little Servant isn't hungry. Little Servant doesn't want any food."
Li Banfeng was stunned for a long time.
What's wrong with my wife?
Why is her appetite still so poor?
Is that Lu Dongliang able to satisfy my wife so completely?
Li Banfeng then asked, "If you do not wish for food, shall I find some more phonographs to exchange parts for my wife?"
"Little Servant does not want new parts."
"Then what do you want? Some oil perhaps?"
"Little Servant doesn't want oil."
Wanting nothing at all?
There's nothing to be done then.
Li Banfeng, enjoying the freedom, lay on the bed and said, "My dear wife, I'll take a nap first. Tonight, I'll go to the New Land to see if I can find something fresh for you."
"Little Servant doesn't want anything fresh. Little Servant just wants you."
