"Zhao Erhu, do you really want to do this? I'm still young, just a green, unripe little fruit, not at all tasty!" As Zhao Erhu was making arrangements, Lin Yue was sitting idly by, nagging constantly, and occasionally ordering Zhao Erhu to fetch her tea or pour water, adding to his chaos.
In fact, she was far from calm. An immature girl was about to be devoured by an older man. She had thought about delaying, dragging it out for a few more days, but although Zhao Erhu said nothing, his actions spoke volumes; there was no room for negotiation. It must have been the visit from her cheap brother this morning that set him off.
Zhao Erhu had been arranging everything on his own, barely responding to his little wife's nonsensical chatter, which he deemed foolish talk. Now, hearing Lin Yue speak like this, a wicked smile appeared on his face, "It is a bit green, but it tastes rather good. It seems these six months have nourished you well."