Just as Wang Shouzhe was feeling smug, Liu Ruolan had already appeared gracefully beside him, holding a re-heated bowl of lotus seed porridge.
"Wife, how do you find my plan today? Does it deserve the word 'magnificent'?" Wang Shouzhe waved his sleeve with a sense of accomplishment that seemed like "Shouzhe's wisdom secures the legacy for thousands of years," then looked at Liu Ruolan and said, "Of course, if it weren't for you sacrificing your image and cooperating fully, this little trick of mine would not have succeeded."
Saying this, he drank the lotus seed porridge in one go, smacked his lips, and felt a warmth in his heart.
Although the flavor of this lotus seed porridge was "unique," his wife truly cared for him and had gone to the trouble of reheating it for him.
His heart instantly felt warm, fueling him with endless motivation.
For this happy little home and warm big family, no matter how hard or tiring it gets, what does it matter for Wang Shouzhe?
