Military compound.
The grand house at the center, its courtyard covered with green ivy, a middle-aged man in a military uniform was humming a tune while watering the ivy in the yard.
"Old Jiang, the soup in the kitchen is about to boil over, go turn off the heat."
Song Shimiao lazily lay on the sofa, watching the latest palace drama, �The Legend of Zhen Huan.�
Hearing this, Jiang Haishi put down the watering can and shuffled quickly towards the kitchen.
"Honey, did you put too much salt? Why is it so salty?"
In less than half a minute, he began muttering from inside, presumably sneaking tastes again.
Song Shimiao frowned unhappily and shouted loudly, "Isn't it drinkable? Why do you have so much to say?"
Suddenly, there was silence in the kitchen.
A moment later, Jiang Haishi came out of the kitchen, looking aggrieved like a bullied wife.
"Honey, I was wrong, I shouldn't have doubted anything you did."
