Especially as Zhao Jingting spoke, he made a small gesture with his hands, his dark eyes sparkling with innocent light.
He looked especially amusing—and especially adorable.
She covered her lips and coughed lightly twice, forcing down her laughter. With a serious expression, she said, "Not even a small sip. Have you forgotten your identity? How can you binge-drink? Do you want to become a drunkard?"
Zhao Jingting shrank his neck and cautiously hooked his little finger around Su Qiao's.
"Wife, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been greedy for a drink. I won't drink again. Don't be angry."
Seeing him like this, Su Qiao couldn't put on a stern face and lecture him even if she wanted to.
"It's good that you know you were wrong. Hurry up and eat."
Zhao Jingting stared at the tempting pig's trotter in his hand, swallowed, and handed it back to Su Qiao. "Wife, you eat it. I'll just eat these wild fruits."
Su Qiao was genuinely a little touched.
In this role, he seemed a little foolish, but the thoughtfulness he showed her was truly precious.
"I've already eaten. I saved this for you, so hurry up and eat. It won't be good if someone sees you later."
Zhao Jingting no longer hesitated and began eating in small bites.
As he ate, he looked up and smiled foolishly at Su Qiao. "My wife is so good to me."
"Wife, I'll definitely work hard. Once I pass the Imperial Examination and come first in the rankings, I'll buy you the most delicious food in the world and the finest, prettiest clothes."
Pass the Imperial Examination and come first in the rankings?
It seemed he was a scholar—a student preparing for the examination, probably a Little Xiucai or something similar.
Su Qiao more or less