"Alright, if you say I should eat less, then I'll eat less!" Wen Yuan said miserably. "Bin, just half a bowl is fine." His expression was so pitiful, you couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
'Sigh, marriage really is terrifying. You can't even eat as much as you want of your favorite food. Looks like I should wait a couple more years before I think about dating.' Seeing Wen Yuan's pathetic state, Shen Yibin couldn't help but have this thought.
After the medicated porridge from the clay pot was served, everyone happily began to eat. Usually, after a meal at Shen Yibin's place, Wen Yuan would stay for tea and a chat. Today, however, he left the moment he put his bowl down, not even offering to help clear the table. "Bin, I'll be heading back. Tomorrow night..."
