"That sounds like you know what's good for you, husband."
Su Zhen bit the tip of her chopstick, smiling as she glanced sideways at him. Suddenly, she tapped the tip of her chopstick against the small mountain of rice in Han Zhi's bowl and said playfully, "Though just feeding me isn't enough—if you don't finish this 'city gate' bowl, husband, don't even think about getting away from the table."
As she spoke, she scooped up a spoonful of rich bone broth, gently blew it cool on her own spoon, and held it to Han Zhi's lips. Han Zhi drank the hot soup from her hand.
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