Lu Jing was tired of hearing it and blurted out,
"Shut up!"
Can't we just eat quietly?
"Okay."
Pfft, it's a good thing no one else saw Captain Jiang like this.
Otherwise, they'd all wonder if he'd been swapped like a circuit board.
After dinner, Lu Jing sat on the sofa watching TV while the man voluntarily cleaned up the dishes.
Actually, Jiang Ye was very good at this. You have to know that many men disdain doing the dishes.
In Captain Jiang's words, "I love my wife, so I do what I can to spare her from lifting a finger."
Of course, if this were someone else, it'd be... there wouldn't be any sympathy, even with tears.
Probably getting even more excited.
Lu Jing never knew about this extreme thought of men; had she known, she wouldn't let him get his way again.
Jiang Ye finished the dishes, ready to join his wife to watch some TV.
No sooner had he sat down than the alarm sounded.
Following that, the broadcast blared,
