Dong Huiying asked, "What about you?" It turned out that in all his talking, he hadn’t considered himself. When Liang Yuening heard this, he also took it seriously and thought about it, and he had actually forgotten about himself. "I... well, I am not interested in chess, tea, or calligraphy and painting. Those are the pastimes of scholars, and I’ve never had a talent for them since I was young." That was truly... a very honest statement! Ahem, "Now that you think about it? I see your room is quite spacious. If you don’t set up a small living room, it will seem too empty." His eyes lit up, "I’ve got it!" After that, he amazingly brought back a huge pile of wood. These pieces of wood, long and short, didn’t look like much. Their shapes were very irregular, some were burst pieces of wood, some were thick planks, and others were sticks and so on. Then Liang Yuening squatted on the ground, and he worked very quickly. It seemed only a moment later, he had already used these pieces of wood to construct a crude house. Yue Ning pointed at the model house and said, "Before I start building, I think about how best to do it. But I can’t draw well, not like Brother Yixuan and the others who are good at painting. So, I cut some wood and made this miniature... I’ve decided! I’ll make a frame, and then for each house I help build, I’ll make a model to put inside it!" After he finished speaking, he stood up, hands on his hips, looking greatly satisfied and truly full of passion. For some reason, his demeanor really made one want to pat his head. "Good, all good!" Shujun endorsed his idea. Liang Yuening went on and on, talking a great deal. He seemed more talkative today than ever before in the presence of his wife, communicating freely and not as clumsy as before, sharing his views on building houses, his ideas, and various issues during construction, He just couldn’t stop talking! He still had so much to say, His mouth was nearly dry. The distance between their hearts seemed much closer. Perhaps he hadn’t closed the distance with his wife yet, but his wife felt like she had discovered another side of him that he had always hidden, and she felt much closer to him. Though the one who understands and the one being understood are different, the outcome was pleasing. "Alright, alright, take a break," Shujun said with a frown, pulling Little Wu to the side, "Look, your mouth is all dry." He foolishly touched his lips, and the next moment, his wife saw a glass of water, poured it for him, and handed it to him. He took it, holding the glass, and broke into a silly, happy smile. He had never told anyone. During the New Year period, when he saw his wife attending to his second brother, bringing him tea and asking after his health, he was quite envious and jealous of his second brother. He had secretly wished that one day his wife would treat him the same way as she treated his second brother. But he never dared say it, fearing his wife would find him too troublesome. Moreover, serving tea was a small task he could handle himself; he was not a child who couldn’t manage such things. Moreover, in Dayuan, it was always the husband who served the wife. There had never been a precedent for a wife to take care of her husband. At least, he had never seen it. However, if it were to happen occasionally, it would truly be... joyful! Like now, he was very happy, extremely happy!