My lou po zhai.

She was on the phone and plucking grapes at the same time. My multitasking babe!

I shall no longer call her my dirty mistress or my mistress even. She shalt from now forth be known as my lou po zhai.

For only a person who cooks, cares for, wakes me up, cleans after (insert other loupozhai-ie things here) deserves to be called a lou po zhai.

She went to camp for the Easter weekend, and just got back a while ago, and I missed her. I really truly missed having her around. (Am I falling in love?? O.o)

She actually cooks dinner for me beforehand on days that she can't make it home on time to cook dinner. Or on days that she won't be home for dinner. And she packs lunch for me when there's leftover dinner and then reminds me to bring them to work.

I feel so loved. But I shouldn't get used to it. Cause in the future, I should be the lou po zhai, not being treated by one.

Shooey, ai lap you!