Wei Chang came in carrying a bowl of soup and, just as expected, saw the little female's proud figure. He pressed his lips together, trying so hard to hold back his laughter that his eyes turned red.
'Goodness me,' he thought. 'I never knew my dear little wife was like this.'
"I added some small fish. It's sour and spicy. Have a taste, wifey."
Ming Huang was in no mood for soup. She took two sips, puffed out her chest, and said, "The soup Brother Tuanzi made is delicious! The flavor is just right! The buns from earlier were good too. I put them all in my Pocket Dimension Space so I can eat them whenever I want."
Wei Chang smiled and nodded. "Wifey, just say the word if you want more. I'll make them for you often from now on, and I'll rotate through different flavors."
Ming Huang nodded eagerly. "Okay! Then let's have them once every five days!"
Five days. Wei Chang silently did the math. There had been exactly ten buns in the basket earlier.
