Nianzhi said again, "Mommy, it's okay if you look old, but not knowing how to say sweet words to Daddy isn't good. Sooner or later, Daddy will be taken away by that auntie outside who knows how to sweet-talk."
"What's sweet talk?" Qin Yin didn't realize she was chatting with a child under five years old and actually asked humbly.
Nianzhi put his hands behind his back and said sagely, "Mommy, just say to Daddy, 'Husband, husband, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice,' then say, 'You're the wind, I'm the sand, entwining and following you to the ends of the earth.'
Qin Yin listened, then coughed slightly and mimicked Nianzhi, saying, "Husband, husband, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice. You're the wind, I'm the sand, entwining and following you to the ends of the earth?"
After saying it, she shivered herself and shook her head, "Too cheesy."
Nianzhi didn't pay her any mind and ran out directly.
