These days, whenever she made the Potion, there were a few times she boiled the water until it dried up, and then she had to add more water and boil it again. There were also a few times she added too much water, or she waited until it cooled down before bringing it to him.
He suddenly realized that, after all these years, he had indeed spoiled Duan Qingqing so much that she lacked even the most basic living skills.
And he didn't understand why he had always thought Duan Qingqing was especially considerate and gently attentive toward him. In fact, now that he thought about it, all she did for him was to whisper sweet nothings he liked to hear, give him a light massage or a scratch; she would kiss him before he went to work, tidy up his collar, and occasionally bring him slippers or pour him a glass of water when he got home.
All this, Mother Xinian seemed to do even more in the past.
There was just one thing; Duan Qingqing was very much to his liking in bed.