Meng Lanqing looked at Gong Juese actually eating only "rice," a vein throbbing on her forehead, but she couldn't help herself and used her chopsticks to add quite a few dishes into Gong Juese's bowl.
Gong Juese was pleasantly surprised and reverted to fan-girl mode, "Husband, you're so good to me~"
Meng Lanqing had only one word for her: "Eat."
"Mmm-hmm~"
For some reason, even though Gong Juese was clearly very happy, An Jing felt somewhat uncomfortable and a bit sad watching.
Sometimes, Gong Juese really did resemble An Jing's own disciple, who would be delighted with even the smallest bit of affection from the person she adored. Now, Gong Juese was in that state.
However, An Jing didn't think Meng Lanqing completely disliked Gong Juese, his wife.
Sometimes, Meng Lanqing's small gestures still betrayed his truest feelings.
Like the way Meng Lanqing had just added food to Gong Juese's bowl.
Although he might have done it with a grumble, it was also quite heartwarming.