"Honey, come here."
After dinner, Qin Guanglin had helped Qin's Mom clean up the dishes and utensils when He Fang started calling him.
"What's up?"
"Drink this."
He Fang gestured with her eyes towards the half bowl of soup on the bedside table.
"This is for postpartum recovery, and I'm not doing postpartum... you drink it, get some nutrients." Qin Guanglin shook his head vigorously, refusing.
How could he compete with a pregnant woman for food?
"It's too much, I can't drink so much every day. Do I look weak to you? How about I do a couple of push-ups to show you?"
While saying this, He Fang pretended to turn over and get ready to do push-ups, but Qin Guanglin quickly pressed her down, joking that she was just bored and there was no need for push-ups.
"Come on, I'll feed you." He guessed that He Fang was just being coquettish and wanted to be fed, so he picked up the bowl, blew on the spoon a couple of times, and brought it to her lips.
