Watching the goldfish happily eating their food, He Teng couldn't help but sigh. Even he, a grown man, had to take care of these little ones, but his little wife was on a business trip, and without his wife, he had no one to cook him supper.
Truly, ever since they got married, He Teng and He Zhilan were together every single day.
In the morning, sometimes He Zhilan would oversleep, or the night before she had been worn out by He Teng and would sleep in for a while longer. Then He Teng would go to the canteen to get some of He Zhilan's favorite soybean milk and steamed buns.
At noon, although sometimes He Zhilan would be at the translation agency and not at the base, in the evening when He Teng got home, He Zhilan would definitely be bustling around the kitchen wearing an apron. Seeing him, she would peer out from the kitchen, spatula in hand, and call out to him with a sweet smile, saying, "Bro, you're back!"
For He Teng, such a life was sufficiently satisfying and to his liking.
