Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

“But I don’t see you showing much interest in my cracked egg either,” Chu Molin said, sitting sideways, straightening his legs and placing the two children on top of them, embracing them with one hand, and picking up the tea with the other. After sipping it, he spoke leisurely.

“Oh, Chu Molin, don’t be like that! Do you think I’m a shallow woman? If I were, you wouldn’t be interested in me,” Qin Xue picked up a pastry and took another bite.

Thinking of tidying up later, she wanted to make it herself. This small plate cost several dollars here, right?

Although she wasn’t short on money, she had to carry the two children all that way just to eat it. She didn’t want to run and couldn’t carry both children, so it was more convenient to make it herself.

Qin Xue bit into the pastry with satisfaction, her eyes filled with delight.

“Well, that’s true. But I don’t care about others. I just hope you pay more attention to my cracked egg, especially by showing me more concern.” Chu Molin watched Qin Xue enjoying her food, and also took a bite of the pastry. It was crispy but too sweet.

Chu Molin took a bite and put it aside. He ate some sweets but rarely indulged in sweet pastries.

“Cough, cough, cough.” Qin Xue felt a sharp pain in her trachea, genuinely choking. What did he mean by that? Was he blaming her for neglecting him?

“Don’t be so excited. Don’t worry, I welcome your interruptions anytime,” Chu Molin said, a glint of laughter in his eyes as he looked at his speechless wife.

“Excited, my ass!” Qin Xue glared angrily at him, fed up with his teasing.

“Hahaha,” Chu Molin laughed heartily.

“Laugh, laugh, just laugh yourself to death,” puffed Qin Xue.

“I can’t do that. If I die, who will take care of the children for you?” Chu Molin leaned across the table towards his angry wife.

“Chu Molin, that’s enough! How did you change like this?” Qin Xue really wanted to slap him.

“Okay,” Chu Molin smiled and, indeed, did not continue speaking, lest his wife’s anger turned ugly, which would not benefit him.

“Tell me, what’s the deal with that woman you mentioned?” Chu Molin’s expression changed, and he asked his wife coldly.

“How would I know? I don’t even know her! But she came up and said you were her darling and started talking about how I must have had a daughter and that’s why you dumped me.”

She probably didn’t know that this man was crazy about having a daughter, and Qin Xue scoffed, “She’s insane to think that having a daughter led to our breakup.”

“Is this pastry really that good? I see you’ve eaten several. Aren’t you tired of it?” Chu Molin watched as she didn’t mind his half-eaten pastry, although it looked greasy.

“Nope,” Qin Xue swallowed the last bite of pastry and sat up to enjoy her tea properly.

“Good, as long as you enjoy it. Just don’t eat until you’re sick of it and never want it again,” Chu Molin poured half a cup of tea into her empty cup, following the ancestral etiquette of serving tea.

“I won’t,” Qin Xue was confident.</p