Shen Zhangqing tilted his head and smiled at Shen Xi. "My daughter's the best. Her hands are to play the piano and violin, not for washing dishes. I'll beat up anyone who makes you do the dishes."
Deeply touched, Shen Xi spread her arms. "Old Shen, you're the best."
As loving as his eyes were, Old Shen could not help himself but get a little cheeky with his words, "Get out, get out. Don't hold me back on the dishes."
Shen Xi then stood there chomping down an apple while talking to him.
Old Shen was a great guy. He would never leave the cooking and washing to her and Mom as long as he was home. "Old Shen, let's get a dishwasher."
"Don't you think I make a good dishwasher? Why do we need to get one?" Shen Zhangqing had ideas of his own.
Shen Zhangqing washed and cleaned because he appreciated his wife's hard work. However, his wife and daughter would feel sorry and be nicer every time he did household chores. He had always found pleasure doing it for so many years.
