"Can this iron box really wash clothes clean?" Kong Ci circled the washing machine, examining it like some mysterious mechanism. This was the third month of our marriage, and the first time she was operating the washing machine by herself.
"Yeah, just put the clothes in, pour in the laundry detergent, and press this button," I kissed her forehead. "I'm running to the supermarket for some things, I'll be right back."
Forty minutes later, I walked in carrying my shopping bags to find Kong Ci squatting in front of the washing machine with the expression of someone who had just fought a brutal battle.
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