An Ning sat up straight with her chest out, her slender fingers confidently falling onto the piano keys.
The sound of 'dong dong dong...' echoed.
Yu Jingchen tapped along with her music, a satisfied look on his face. "Not bad, this time was very precise. Practice this strength and rhythm a few more times."
With his encouragement, An Ning played even more passionately.
"Gurgle..." An Ning's stomach growled with hunger, and she frowned.
Her husband knew her condition from her expression. "Hungry again!"
"Uh-huh..."
"Then take a break and have some fruit," Yu Jingchen said.
An Ning said sheepishly, "Uncle, I suddenly really want to eat raw peanuts and, um, also a cup of hot peanut milk. I don't know why I suddenly want these things."
Yu Jingchen frowned. "Can't you crave something good?"
An Ning laughed. "..."
"Wait here, I'll have the kitchen prepare it."
"Uh-huh, I hope I'm not troubling anyone," An Ning said still feeling guilty.
