Lin Yue looked at the embroidery, but actually, since Zhao Erhu had come in, she had barely moved her hands. Now, seeing that Zhao Erhu was really bothering her, she became frustrated. Ordinary embroidery would have been fine, but this piece not only required skill but also mental effort, demanding full concentration while embroidering.
After hearing Zhao Erhu's words, Lin Yue was left speechless. She really wanted to knock the soup bowl on Zhao Erhu's head. This old man seemed to be missing a tendril of common sense in his brain, thinking disputes could be categorized and dealt with separately. Only he could say something like that.
Zhao Erhu, seeing that Lin Yue was ignoring him, didn't get discouraged. He knew his wife must be angry if she wasn't responding to him, so he brought the soup bowl up to her mouth and said, "Be good. Haven't you thought about you being on your period? You have to eat something."