Yu Jingchen was very disapproving. "What kind of work do you think you can handle? What can you do?"
"For example, I could help in the kitchen by cutting fruit platters, or washing vegetables," An Ning replied.
"Absolutely not. Do you know how much water there is on the kitchen floor? What if you slipped and fell?" Yu Jingchen asked.
"But I can't just do nothing, right? Soldiers are Iron Warriors, and I don't want to be made of porcelain. I think I have to be stronger than an ordinary pregnant woman, I can't be so delicate, or how could I be worthy of you?"
Yu Jingchen said, quite unkindly, "Otherwise, do you think you are worthy?"
An Ning moved her mouth, thinking for a moment before she understood. "Oh... So in your heart, I've never been worthy of you?"
"What do you think?"
