"Huh, it's in the past tense, huh."
Ailin: "..."
Just then, Nan Mufeng came out of the bathroom and saw Ailin, his face clouding with displeasure, "What are you doing here again?"
"I brought you some nutritious soup," Ailin said with a gesture toward the insulated flask on the coffee table, a gentle smile on her beautiful face.
Nan Mufeng looked at the flask and hesitated for a moment before saying to Jian Xi, "Wife, could you serve me a bowl of soup?"
Jian Xi: "!!!"
Isn't this a slap in the face?
Didn't he hear her just say she wouldn't drink it?
"Let me do it!" Ailin graciously opened the insulated flask, ladled out the soup from the built-in bowl, and personally brought it bedside to Nan Mufeng, "Nan, it's just the right temperature now. You can drink it."
Nan Mufeng took the bowl and slowly sipped the soup.
Jian Xi pursed her lips tightly and did not intervene. However, her eyes remained fixed on Nan Mufeng's expression.