"Didn’t I tell you not to eat too much fruit before als? We’re about to eat now, and you’ve eaten all the fruit. How will you have room for dinner? If you can’t eat now, you’ll be complaining that you’re hungry before bed, ssing up your als. Do you want to ruin your health?" Ding Long said, pointing at Ding Jinshi’s forehead as he criticized her.
"Stop poking and prodding, I’m getting upset!" Ding Jinshi, trying to dodge Ding Long’s finger, stood high on the sofa, hands on her hips, looking like a fierce woman, glaring at Ding Long. "It’s just a plate of fruit, why are you so mad? I’m still your wife, do you have to be so stingy that you can’t even let eat a plate of fruit? Besides, didn’t you complain that it was sour? I’m eating what you don’t like, and you’re still upset?"
Ding Long couldn’t help but laugh at her words, pulling her down from her perch, "Whether I’m worried about the grapes or your health, I don’t know. Just don’t drag into this saying you’re hungry right before bed!"
Ding Jinshi pouted, ran to the dining table barefoot, and gave Ding Long the finger, taunting, "It’s just a plate of grapes, you’re underestimating !"
Ding Long’s lips twitched slightly, "If you can’t eat, don’t force it; I’m not responsible if you get too full!"
"..." Ding Jinshi rolled her eyes at Ding Long and ate the al with a big appetite.
Ding Long stopped speaking after that. After all, Ding Jinshi was an adult, not a three-year-old, and she knew if she could finish dinner or not.
But when he saw Ding Jinshi finish a full bowl and then drink a whole bowl of soup, he was dumbfounded.
Looking at Ding Jinshi’s round belly, he worried she might deliberately overeat out of spite.
However, Ding Jinshi didn’t say anything, so Ding Long didn’t ask. After tidying up the table, he went to the kitchen. When he ca back out, he saw Ding Jinshi sitting on the sofa flipping through the newspaper delivered this morning, looking very calm. Ding Long still asked worriedly, "Do you want to go to the pharmacy to get you so digestive dicine?"
"No need." Ding Jinshi shook her head.
Ding Long suspiciously examined Ding Jinshi and, seeing no sign of forced discomfort, said nothing more. He took out the files brought back and sat beside Ding Jinshi, pausing, then tentatively asked, "Wanna go out for a walk?"
"Too lazy to move." Ding Jinshi replied without lifting her head.
Seeing this, Ding Long felt relieved; she wasn’t overeating.
Therefore, he opened the files and began to read them seriously.
Since Ding Jinshi returned to the country and moved in here, Ding Long had never worked late or co ho late from the company. His routine was very standard: in the evenings in the living room, he would look at files or read books and newspapers; he would definitely go to bed by ten and wake up at five thirty for a run around the neighborhood, sotis bringing breakfast back from outside or cooking porridge himself.
Though they had only been married for a little over half a year, they had lived together for quite so ti. After dinner, sotis they would go for a walk, but most of the ti, they would just sit in the living room doing their own things, providing quiet companionship without disturbing each other.
Ding Long worked very diligently once he got started, and Ding Jinshi would never interfere with his work. However, lazybones Ding Jinshi enjoyed leaning against Ding Long’s back, with one leg propped on the back of the sofa, lounging casually while quietly flipping through the newspaper or so books in her hand.
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