Chapter 169

Marie, with a red face, lowered her head and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, "Um... the fish... it fell out..." Dennis followed her and crouched down, placing the fish back into the bucket. Marie's small hands were icy cold, and Dennis frowned. It was already late autumn, and the nights were indeed very chilly. Dennis picked up the fishing rod, walked over, took Marie's hand, and said, "Let's go, time to cook." Marie didn't feel cold at all, hopping along with Dennis, she asked, "Are you cooking tonight? What are we having?" Dennis shook his head, "I won't cook, you do it." Marie frowned, "I don't know how to do it." Dennis also looked troubled, "If you can't, how will you be a loving and virtuous wife in the future?" Marie chased after him, hitting him, "Who wants to be a loving and virtuous wife?" The two people chased and ran all the way back to the vill