Choosing this place was a mistake; the soundproofing is terrible.

Qian had just fallen asleep when she was woken up by the noise next door. She was annoyed and got up to drag Yu Minglang to complain and check out. What the heck is this?!

"Quiet down!" Xiaoqiang couldn’t stand it anymore.

The result was that the other side not only didn’t quiet down, but got even more obnoxious, as if provoking them.

Such an expensive room, and the soundproofing is this bad? Did they spend all the renovation money on nonsense?

Yu Minglang shook his head at her and pointed at the bed, gesturing for her to lie back down.

Qian was puzzled, thinking this guy wouldn’t be silly enough to start a shouting match with the other side, right?

No, that’s not his character, so what is he planning?

While Qian was wondering, she saw Xiaoqiang, shirtless, saunter into the bathroom, fill a cup with water, pour it onto his hand, walk over to the wall, determine that the bed was on the other side, then pour more water into his palm. Qian was puzzled about what kind of mischief he was up to.

Then, Lang, the relentless man of few words, started rhythmically clapping his hands.

Poof!

Qian almost burst out laughing.

How bored is this guy?

The other side quieted down a bit, with Xiaoqiang sitting on a chair, legs crossed, clapping rhythmically.

After a moment of silence, a man’s angry and wronged voice came from the other side.

"Why are you hitting me!"

"Look at the other side!"

Poof! Qian couldn’t hold it in again—such a mischievous rascal...

The other side seemed to start arguing quietly. Lang wasn’t done playing yet, but Qian felt sorry for him and pulled him over.

That’s enough now, okay?

Three minutes later, a door slammed, accompanied by noisy footsteps, and a woman’s unhappy voice could be faintly heard, "Don’t pull me, I can walk on my own!"

Yu Minglang shrugged at Qian, "That level of a scrub wants to challenge me?"

"You..."

Qian didn’t even know what to say to him; sometimes he’s like a kid.

"Alright, let’s rest. It’s too late. Look at your little face staying up so late, your complexion looks bad."

He drew her close, had her lie on his arm, and Qian looked at him, puzzled.

"You—"

How could this guy be so considerate?

Shouldn’t he be like "the stage is set for the next act" after driving people away? Why let her off so easily?

"Poor soundproofing, we’ll remember it for later."

In a half-asleep haze, Qian opened her eyes and saw that he hadn’t slept yet, gently covering her with the air-conditioning blanket.

Such a considerate man—yep, picked the right husband.

Qian drifted off to sleep comforted.

With Xiaoqiang’s support, Qian had a good dream and woke up at 8 the next day.

Because she was preoccupied with visiting her family, she didn’t sleep deeply.

Yu Minglang seemed like some alien fallen to Earth—a freak, still lively after only a few hours of sleep, driving her towards Q City.

They bought a stuffed egg pancake by the roadside, and Qian fed him while eating, not forgetting to complain.

"Every city’s stuffed egg pancake tastes different; I still prefer the ones from Q City. Spreading sauce and hot sauce on top—so delicious. Look at the ones they make here; they even put shredded potatoes and squid inside? And the price is several bucks higher, totally forgotten the original idea of stuffed egg pancakes!"

To Qian, a pure stuffed egg pancake doesn’t need too many ingredients—two large eggs, topped with a prestigious King sausage for sophistication, a bit of lettuce for balanced nutrition, sprinkle some cilantro if you’re neither going to work nor school, and a little green onion. So delicious!

What is this—for even shredded potatoes and grilled squid to be added, can be tolerated. But why on earth smear fermented bean curd?! Makes it like a big pancake, all pre-wrapped when bought, and at first glance just doesn’t look like an honest stuffed egg pancake!

"It bothers you to the point of discussing original intent at breakfast?" Yu Minglang, hands busy with driving, eating plenty because his wife is personally feeding him.

"Things should resemble what they’re supposed to be!" Qian despised the stuffed egg pancake with fermented bean curd wholeheartedly.

"Actually, trying new flavors once in a while is good, like those yoga balls and stuff." Thought about it all night, can’t get any better.

"What?" Qian didn’t hear clearly.

"I said, it’s good that you use exercise hobbies to keep in shape in the future."

"Oh." Qian was still too innocent, missing the obvious suggestion.

"Come on, drink some soy milk, this pancake is way too salty... why add fermented bean curd!!" Feeding him personally, Xiaoqiang smiled at her brightly.

The car filled with love was steadily heading towards home.

Qian’s mom likely didn’t expect Yu Minglang to come since Qian only said she was coming back alone.

Seeing Xiaoqiang, her mother-in-law was delighted.

"Minglang is back! Why did you buy so many things?"

Qian’s mom took the big and small bags they bought on the return trip from Yu Minglang’s hands, and beamed with joy.