They certainly had plenty of white flour and millet at home.
But unfortunately, no white rice.
Gu Jiaojiao smacked her lips.
She was starting to get a craving.
"Honey, I wish we had some white rice."
'Next time I go to the black market, I'll have to see if they have any,' she thought. 'I don't care how expensive it is, I have to buy some to try.'
Seeing his wife's craving, Leng Yuan couldn't help but walk over and pinch Gu Jiaojiao's cheek.
"Craving it?"
Gu Jiaojiao rolled her eyes at him.
'Isn't it obvious?'
'It's as plain as day. Does he need me to actually drool all over the place before he gets it?'
Leng Yuan looked at his wife's proud and pouty expression. She was so adorably silly, just like a newborn cub from the mountains—proud yet foolish, and very easy to trick.
Gu Jiaojiao had no idea that's what Leng Yuan was thinking about her.
If she did, this wouldn't be the end of it.
