This time, her visit to the Provincial City was primarily to please her husband, so her words naturally sounded as sweet as honey. Upon hearing her, Meng truly could no longer maintain his composure, and his lips curled into a smile. Only because there was a shop assistant present in the hall did he refrain from tapping her on the head.
Actually, the young shop assistant was quite perceptive, having long distanced himself and deftly poured out the brought-back mung bean soup, eagerly handing the bowl over to the peddler. Seeing that the two continued to talk endlessly, he grew somewhat impatient and scratched his head as he moved closer with a sheepish grin, "The two of you, it's getting late. Do you still want these dishes on the table? There's still fire in the kitchen, that is..."
Meng Yuhuai didn't answer immediately but lowered his head and softly asked, "Do you still want to eat?"
