Evening came, and Zhulan finally got to taste the exquisite desserts from the palace. The Imperial Chef is indeed something special, far surpassing the chefs in our residence. While enjoying the treats, she listened to Zhou Shuren talk about the affairs of the palace and brushed the pastry crumbs off her hands. "Turns out I've gained an unexpected uncle."
Zhou Shuren touched his own face. "Wouldn't it be great if I looked like mother?"
He was actually quite dissatisfied with his own appearance.
Zhulan studied him closely. "You can say that again!"
Zhou Shuren, "....."
It's one thing for him to dislike his appearance; it's another for his wife to feel the same, he glared.
Zhulan smiled cheerfully, "Dislike it all you want, but there's no leaving. Guess we'll just have to make do!"
Zhou Shuren grunted, "Talking about falling out again, huh?"
Zhulan wasn't afraid. "Go ahead, if you want to sleep separately."
