First Ridge, Shaomai Street, Wonton Alley.
In a residential house, the wife carefully opened a tin box. From the tin box, she opened a wooden one, scooped out two bowls of rice from it, and swiftly closed both boxes.
The husband was also in the kitchen, holding a flyswatter, on high alert.
The wife quickly washed the rice and got it on the stove. Only then did the couple relax a little.
The husband wiped his sweat and said, "It's been half a month since we've seen any mosquitoes. I think they're really extinct now."
"Who's to say for sure!" the wife didn't believe it. "Last time, Lu Dongjun also said he had eradicated the mosquitoes, right? And when they showed up again, where did he run off to? If I hadn't been quick to save this bit of rice, you'd have starved to death, you blockhead."
The husband planted a solid kiss on his wife's cheek. "Isn't that why they say you're capable? You get started with cooking; I'll go out and buy some Incense Candles."
