"My wife's head is now completely stuffed with paste, so she can't hear what anyone else says, and naturally, she won't believe it. That's why I wanted you to knock her out."
After a pause, Gong Juechen continued, "If she weren't so beautiful, it wouldn't matter if she knelt to death. But how could someone as beautiful as she is kneel to death? Whether by kneeling or any other way, she can't die. If she died, where would I find another wife as beautiful as her?!"
"...I can't be bothered with you. Do as you please. My husband and I are going to cook."
It was almost dark, time to prepare food indeed, and An Jing really didn't feel like dealing with Gong Juechen anymore, so she got up and went with Xiao Changyi, leading their four children to the kitchen to cook.
The four children were still very young and afraid of the dark, so as soon as they entered the kitchen, Xiao Changyi lit the wall-mounted oil lamp in advance, regardless of whether it was dark outside or not.