"Didn't I tell you not to eat too much fruit before meals? We're about to eat now, and you've eaten all the fruit. How will you have room for dinner? If you can't eat now, you'll be complaining that you're hungry before bed, messing up your meals. Do you want to ruin your health?" Ding Long said, pointing at Ding Jinshi's forehead as he criticized her.
"Stop poking and prodding, I'm getting upset!" Ding Jinshi, trying to dodge Ding Long's finger, stood high on the sofa, hands on her hips, looking like a fierce woman, glaring at Ding Long. "It's just a plate of fruit, why are you so mad? I'm still your wife, do you have to be so stingy that you can't even let me eat a plate of fruit? Besides, didn't you complain that it was sour? I'm eating what you don't like, and you're still upset?"
