What could her cheap husband possibly want to talk to her about? Could it be the confession she was anticipating?
Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "Sure, let's eat. Do you need me to feed you?"
"No need, I've recovered quite a bit and can eat by myself now." His wife was treating him like an invalid; he wasn't that weak yet.
The two ate quietly, both pondering how to broach the subject and say what they had been longing to express.
After finishing their meals, Xiaoxiao stood up to clean the dishes. Once she had washed everything in the outer room, she brought in a basin of water and toiletries.
"Husband, you go ahead and freshen up. We can talk about anything later when we're lying on the kang," Xiaoxiao thought. Seeing that he could eat on his own, she figured washing up shouldn't be a problem either.
Yang Ming felt that his wife made sense. He should freshen up first, as his wife liked cleanliness, so he agreed.