Thinking this way, Lin Ziran cried, a big tear fell into the bowl.
Qin Qingnan suddenly became very tense, "Why are you crying, huh? Did I do something wrong?"
Lin Ziran hurriedly wiped away her tears, "The noodles are dirty, I'll cook another bowl for you."
Qin Qingnan stopped her, "Only one drop of tears, how is it dirty? How could I dislike your tears?" He turned her towards him, facing him, "Tell me, what's wrong? Is it because my parents pressured you too much today?"
Lin Ziran shook her head, "No, I just suddenly realized how reckless I've been. You've always taken care of me, but I've never really taken care of you. I haven't even cooked you a few meals, and my cooking skills have always been so bad, only able to cook simple noodles, so much so that you think even these lousy noodles taste good. I've suddenly realized I'm not a good wife at all."
