Lin Yue knew exactly why Zhao Erhu said that, a warm and contented smile playing on her lips. This man always moved her so unexpectedly, making her fall for him even more unconsciously.
"Wife, you go to sleep first. I've been busy outside all day, I should wash up first. Otherwise, I reek," Zhao Erhu hadn't been so particular before, but with a delicate and cleanliness-loving little wife at home, who wouldn't embrace him if he smelled, he had no choice but to change his habits. Even if it was too cold to take a bath, he would at least clean himself thoroughly every day, and it had now become a habit. If he didn't do so, he would feel uncomfortable himself, so he somewhat understood the feeling his little wife had initially. The habit of being clean was quite good.
While Zhao Erhu went to wash up, Lin Yue got up and ladled the soup that was stewing in the kitchen into a bowl and brought it to the room. She let it cool for a while so that Zhao Erhu could drink it after his bath.