I remember when I first arrived at his house, I would tell his mother before every meal that I didn't eat Chili and told me to put less. Sometimes my aunt forgets, and he will accuse me to my face, afraid that I won't have enough to eat, and will bring me a lot of fruit after dinner.
When I had a bad cold, he took medicine in the rain and fed me a spoonful of porridge. I hope I will always be so happy. I bet I will watch him for the rest of my life.
I'm afraid to sleep in the cold winter night. Because of the cold, my husband puts the kettle in the quilt in advance every day and wakes him up at night. Although he said he didn't want to, he finished it happily.
I was moved to tears at the thought of these.