When Cui Li returned from her maiden home, she dismissed the servants and personally made four dishes and a soup. When she saw her husband enter, she gestured. "It's just in time. Wash your hands and eat."
Zhu Dekun washed his hands and sat down at the table. "What's the matter?"
Cui Li looked at Zhu Dekun. "I asked my husband to come back for dinner. Must I have a reason? Do you think this joke is funny?"
Zhu Dekun frowned.
"Hubby, we've been married for 20 years. You know very well why we got married back then. I haven't forgotten either." Cui Li smiled. "Try it first and see if my culinary skills have deteriorated."
"Why are you talking about this?" Zhu Dekun picked up his chopsticks. "What exactly happened?"
Cui Li didn't say anything. Instead, she lowered her head and ate.
