Yu Hu took out his phone, not bothering to send a message on WeChat, but directly called.
At that moment, Gu Xia was blissfully enjoying a steak.
"What's up?" she asked with a bold attitude.
"Where's my fried rice with egg?"
"Did I promise to make you fried rice?"
"Didn't you watch the livestream?"
"I did."
"Then you should have come home to make rice after work."
"You lost in the preliminaries, stop dreaming about fried rice... You should go to a bar, have a drink, find a girl... and sing 'A Thousand Reasons to Be Sad' with her, then join the elderly in the square dancing to 'The Most Cool National Style.' It'll take all your troubles away."
After hearing this, Yu Hu couldn't help but laugh, amused by his wife's peculiar train of thought, always so out of sync with others.
"Honey, seriously... if I went bankrupt, could you support me?" Yu Hu cooed sweetly.
