Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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"You, come here." Xie Jinghong originally wanted to mock her husband a bit, but thinking of her family’s repeated reminders, she had to keep a straight face without revealing her inner emotions, silently taking her husband to the kitchen.

Fortunately, since Uncle Zhang came over today, there were plenty of dishes prepared at home, with quite a few leftovers, which saved her effort. She only needed to start the fire, then she could put the dishes and rice into the big pot to steam them, casually pouring him a pot of warm water—

"Xiao Hong!" Fan Jiefang, seeing his wife’s habitual action, had red rims around his eyes, his large hand enveloping hers, softly calling out.

"You, let go, go drink your water!" Xie Jinghong felt like slapping herself, why do you degrade yourself!

Fan Jiefang would not have been so emotionally unstable due to his wife’s ordinary habitual action if his wife and children hadn’t left for a few days.

In the past, having a mouthful of warm water when he came home and someone nagging him with the day’s details, talking about how their three sons were obedient or naughty... all of those things, turned out to be so precious!

Seeing that his wife was displeased, Fan Jiefang obediently let go of her hand and obediently drank the water.

Then, there was a moment of silence between the couple until the ’hissing’ boiling sound woke Xie Jinghong up, but before she could react, Fan Jiefang had already taken the hot dishes and rice out of the pot first.

Seeing this, Xie Jinghong simply took the empty water cup beside her hand, feeling the physicality of it in her hands, she then realized, no matter how much she showed hatred towards Fan Jiefang on the surface, her heart still regarded herself as Fan Jiefang’s wife.

Fan Jiefang, was still her husband.