Beware the Appearing Cute Wife!

Han Mengya’s words fell, and Yunqing sighed deeply.

"Mom, I think... you’d better let it go! Cooking requires talent!"

Han Mengya retorted angrily, "You have talent? You used to not know how to cook anything, and now haven’t you learned to cook? So, it’s all about effort! Nothing is too difficult for someone who’s determined! With enough effort, the iron pestle can be ground into a needle!"

An Xiaoyu was drinking water, and upon hearing this, she was suddenly choked!

"Cough cough..."

Han Mengya turned her head, seeing Shen Yufeng gently patting An Xiaoyu’s back.

"Drink slowly, look at you, you’ve choked!"

An Xiaoyu was truly embarrassed!

That last line from her mother-in-law... cough cough, it really made her lose it!

Once, Shen Yufeng had been so persistent that she couldn’t handle it. At that time, she blushed and scolded him, "Do you know what it means to go too far? You need to understand restraint, do you understand? If it’s a debauched night every night, even if you are an iron pestle, you’ll have to be ground into an embroidery needle, don’t you think?"

At that time, Shen Yufeng had laughed mischievously and said, "Grinding an iron pestle into an embroidery needle? Wife, you mean to say my skills are profound?"

Now, Han Mengya’s phrase about grinding an iron pestle stirred An Xiaoyu’s memories, how could she not blush?

She glanced up at Shen Yufeng and found that Shen Yufeng was also looking at her, his eyes filled with mischief and amusement.

The look clearly said, I know what you’re thinking about!

Indeed, she had gone astray again!

An Xiaoyu sighed, it was true... her thoughts had drifted! Was she too wicked?

Han Mengya didn’t know why An Xiaoyu started coughing, so she quickly went over to inquire.

"Xiaoyu dear, what’s going on? Choked?"

Saying this, Han Mengya reached out to rub An Xiaoyu’s back, hoping to help her catch her breath.

An Xiaoyu finally stopped coughing and quickly said, "Mom, I’m fine, really fine!"

Han Mengya was relieved, but when she turned her head, she saw Yunqing laughing so hard he was nearly falling over.

"You rascal, what are you laughing at!"

Han Mengya said, glaring at Yunqing, who quickly restrained his laughter.

"Nothing, nothing!"

"If it’s nothing, why are you laughing? That’s definitely not normal! Come clean!"

Saying this, Han Mengya walked towards Yunqing, scaring Yunqing into jumping up and hiding behind Shen Aotian.

"Dad, save me!"

At this moment, Shen Aotian waved to Han Mengya.

"Honey, come here!"

"Why? Can’t you see I’m about to deal with him?"

Han Mengya said angrily, "He actually dared to make fun of me!"

"I have something important to tell you!"

Shen Aotian said, "Uh, some of what you just said wasn’t quite right!"

"What wasn’t right?" Han Mengya was a bit puzzled.

"Ah, it’s that phrase — grinding an iron pestle into an embroidery needle!"

Han Mengya was taken aback, "What’s wrong with it?"

Shen Aotian sighed, "The value of an iron pestle is far greater than that of an embroidery needle!"

Han Mengya: "..."

Shen Aotian continued, "Not only can it be reforged, forged, and polished by a blacksmith into thousands of embroidery needles, but it can also be crafted into knives, axes, spears, halberds... a variety of things. To grind it into just one embroidery needle, isn’t that a waste of material?

So, a smart blacksmith naturally wouldn’t see an iron pestle as a mere piece of scrap iron and choose only an embroidery needle. The idea of grinding an iron pestle into an embroidery needle is really outdated, and it’s too pedantic!"

Han Mengya snorted.

"Alright, alright, you’re amazing!"

Seeing their dad explaining the principles so earnestly to their mom, Yunqing and Shen Yufeng exchanged a glance.

Truly... admirable!