sir, let's get a divorce

Chapter 1 Sir, Let's Divorce
Shang Qiaobai came back from work and hesitated at the door for a while.

Looking at the familiar door, with the smell of food wafting out from inside, he suddenly felt a little timid.

"Sir, you are back." Wen Yan came out of the house with water for washing vegetables, and planned to pour it into the flower bed next to him.

Unexpectedly, Shang Qiaobai looked at each other, the panic in her eyes disappeared for a moment, and soon she smiled naturally and gracefully, as usual, she talked to her husband in front of her: "The meal is ready. If you like steamed fish, go into the house and wash your hands."

Shang Qiaobai swallowed his guilt and hesitation, and smiled stiffly: "Okay."

In the house, there is the familiar incense.

The food is also a familiar taste.

While washing his hands with the warm water that Wen Yan had prepared early on, he was building up in his heart, wait... how to talk to her so that he doesn't hurt her so much.

When Wen Yan returned from pouring water, Shang Qiaobai couldn't help peeking at her.

In fact, she is a very beautiful woman, with a bit of heroism between her eyebrows, but it is replaced by the gentleness polished by the years.

After marrying him, I also learned some words, and now I can read books and newspapers by myself.

But he always felt that there was something missing in this marriage with her.

Until a few days ago...he found the feeling to fill that missing place.

"Today, the fish is a bit salty. The salt covers up the deliciousness of the fish itself and spoils the good stuff."

Shang Qiaobai tried to cover up those words that he couldn't say because of a guilty conscience.

He patted the chopsticks hard: "It's extremely unpalatable, take it away."

Wen Yan was going to the dining table, serving the pork ribs and corn soup warm on the stove, when he heard his dislike, he smiled as if he had expected it: "Okay."

She was still gentle and calm, as if she didn't mind this person's hurtful words, as if she was used to it long ago.

"Sir, try this soup. There is no salt, so it shouldn't be salty."

Open the lid of the casserole, and a burst of aroma immediately hits your face.

Shang Qiaobai couldn't help moving his Adam's apple, and swallowed several times before he maintained his cold face, and continued to ask in a stiff voice: "What's the taste without adding salt? Can the soup still be drunk? Whose stew soup does not put condiments, take..."

He was about to say impatiently, "Take it, take it away", when Wen Yan put a small jar of salt on the table, and smiled casually: "Mr. There is nothing wrong with adding salt yourself, if there is only enough salt, there are also black pepper, chili powder, pepper, salt, scallion oil and cumin seeds in the kitchen, whatever you want, I will bring it to you."

Wen Yanchang was tall, and the smile between his eyebrows made Shang Qiaobai feel that he seemed to be a clown who sang bad shows, and he didn't even have the face to say the complaint "It's really troublesome, as if I offended you".

Picking up the salt shaker angrily, poured half a jar of salt into the soup bowl.

Realizing the consequences of doing so, his fingers were slightly stiff, and his eyes looked away from the casserole in a dazed manner.

Wen Yan saw his childish behavior, but he just pretended not to see it. He stepped forward to pick up a spoon and stirred in the casserole a few times to let the salt dissolve evenly.

He picked up the soup bowl in front of Shang Qiaobai again, filled a bowl for him and put it at hand.

She smiled slightly and asked, "Do you have any other needs, sir? If not, I'll sit down and eat."

Shang Qiaobai was looking at the bowl of soup, but he dared not speak out.

Hearing her words, I really wanted to shout: "Go hungry!"

It can be heard that Yan is his wife, not his servant, if he really said so, it would be mean.

It would be bad for him to spread the word, and his family would definitely not allow it.

"Sit down." He tried his best to maintain his expression, and said proudly.

After Wen Yan sat down, he served him rice first, and then his own.

When the meal was almost finished, she picked up the soup bowl, filled a bowl of soup for herself, and drank it in small sips.

Shang Qiaobai looked at her for a while, and finished drinking a bowl. His eyes widened slightly, and he really wanted to ask her, "Isn't it salty?"

He just took a sip and felt like crying.

"When did you love soup so much?" Seeing that Wen Yan finished another bowl of soup and was about to fill the third bowl, Shang Qiaobai couldn't help asking.

Wen Yan stopped, looked at him softly, but gave people a sense of oppression for no reason: "I see that my husband doesn't like today's soup, so I can only finish it by myself."

"I cook the rice, it's my fault if it doesn't suit Mr.'s taste, but it's not good to waste."

She smiled slightly: "Didn't you often say that wasting food is shameful and wasting food is a crime?"

Shang Qiaobai felt his face was a little hot.

He said uncomfortably: "I just want to let it cool down before drinking it, but it's better for you to act like you don't want to leave it to me."

When he was talking, he didn't dare to look into Wen Yan's eyes.

Afraid of being seen as guilty.

Wen Yan put down the bowls and chopsticks quickly and neatly: "It turns out that this is the case. I was wrong, sir. You have always advocated not to waste. This time it is my villainous heart. I apologize to sir."

She solemnly apologized to Shang Qiaobai.

Shang Qiaobai thought he could save some face, but worried about how he could drink this salty thing.

Hearing her words, he couldn't help being ashamed, as if he didn't win anything, but lost his demeanor instead.

"It's okay, you..." He opened his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Wen Yan didn't seem to notice his embarrassment, and said naturally: "Then, you can eat first, I will go to the yard to pick up my flowers, and I will come back to clean up the dishes later."

"Ah."

Shang Qiaobai wanted to say a few soft words to ease the uncomfortable atmosphere.

Wen Yan turned around and went out early, his words were stuck in his throat again.

Well, I don't know what to say anyway.

I just don't know why, but when he was eating, he couldn't help but look out of the window.

The window facing the dining table just happened to be able to see a corner of the yard.

Occasionally, he could see Wen Yan busy.

"I really don't know what to support those hypocritical things, arty."

Shang Qiaobai muttered and complained that he never liked Wen Yan's cultivation of flowers and plants.

I feel that she doesn't know many Chinese characters and has never been to school, but she loves to play with those elegant things of the literati, which is too imitative.

It's just that I don't know why today, I always feel that Wen Yan is the same as in the past, and there seems to be something different.

His gaze couldn't help but glance out of the window, trying to find that familiar figure.

Yue Mo was thinking about something in his heart, he picked up the soup bowl inattentively, and drank it down...

齁, really salty.

Shang Qiaobai's first reaction was to spit it out.

But Wen Yan's words suddenly caught in his ears.

"Mr. has always advocated not to waste."

"Wasting food is shameful, wasting food is sinful."

Forget it, she couldn't be a joke for a woman who didn't go to school.

Shang Qiaobai almost twisted his face before he forced himself to finish the half pot of soup.

After that, I poured a lot of water to suppress the discomfort, but my stomach started to swell again.

With a little resentment, he rushed out to find Wen Yan.

"You..." As soon as the words came out, he was stunned by the scene in the yard.

At this time, the yard that was originally full of flowers and plants, and where there are colorful flowers to see in all seasons, is in a mess and full of potholes.

"What are you doing?" Why did you dig up all the beautiful flowers?

He saw the best green plum tree that bloomed last winter, most of its branches had been cut off, and it was lying alone on the ground, feeling pain in his heart.

"That flower is blooming well. What did you dig it for? I'm still waiting for it to bloom in winter. I invite friends to come and enjoy it."

Shang Qiaobai opened his mouth full of resentment.

He really doesn't understand why Wen Yan likes to toss so much, he always wants to get rid of some of the flowers and vegetables that have bloomed well, and pull out some of them from time to time.

Although afterward, those flowers and vegetables seem to grow better.

Wen Yan heard the sound, patted the mud on his hands, and looked up at him.

She still smiled so gently, as if no matter what time, she could find the feeling of time and tranquility on her face.

Her voice was ordinary but firm: "Sir, let's get a divorce."

Shang Qiaobai felt that he was hallucinating.

He just heard that Wen Yan told him about divorce...

"What did you say?" His tongue seemed to be a little knotted, and the voice he spoke made him feel strange.

Wen Yan still had an unchanged expression, and patiently repeated: "Sir, let's get a divorce."

(End of this chapter)