Chapter 9 — After Rebirth, I Won't Marry You Anymore

Everyone laughed, the atmosphere calmed down again. Halfway through the meal, Chu Chieu Da arrived. He stood outside the door, carrying two boxes of tea and a small cake in his hands, looking a bit embarrassed. This is the first time I've seen him so embarrassed at my house. In his previous life, every time he came here, he was surrounded by people praising him: talented youth, decent work, trustworthy, steady... Like a trophy that knows how to change its shoes. When my father saw him, he was stunned. Chu Chieu Da put down the gift:

"Uncle, I wish you a happy birthday. I came a bit suddenly."

My mother turned to look at me. I also didn't know he was coming. Chu Chieu Da added: "I won't stay to eat. I just brought a gift." Those words made many people in the recording room look curious. My father wiped his hands and then walked over to receive the gift: "Once you've arrived, sit for a while." Chu Chieu Da did not sit, but still stood straight: "Uncle, I didn't do well before, making Trung Uong suffer a lot of self-pity, which also made you two worry." My father held the tea box without speaking. The atmosphere in the room gradually became quiet. Chu Chieu Da continued: "The marriage annulment was not Trung Uong's impulsiveness, but my problem. In the future, if relatives or friends ask, just say so. The Chu family's reputation should not be borne by her." My heart suddenly trembled slightly. In his previous life, he had never openly accepted all responsibility like that. He is always silent. That silence was like a cloth, covering all the awkwardness, covering me as well. The aunt put down her chopsticks, her eyes full of complexity. My father looked at Chu Chieu Da for a long time and then suddenly asked: "Do you know which piece of radish soup Trung Uong likes to eat?" The question came too suddenly. Chu Chieu Da was stunned. I was also stunned. My father pointed at the pot of soup: "When he was little, he liked to eat the part close to the bone, stewed really well but not broken. You know that?" Chu Chieu Da's lips moved slightly: "I don't know."

“It's not strange if I don't know.” My father's voice is not loud. "You're busy, you have big things to do. But living together is all about the small things. What food does he like to eat, is he afraid of the cold, is he tired, does he try to be strong... no one can remember those things for you."

Chu Chieu Da bowed his head. My father put the tea box on the table: "You are a good police officer, I admit that. But my daughter is not in your unit's duty room, so everyone who has something to do cannot temporarily put it aside first." As soon as that sentence ended, my eyes almost couldn't hold it. My mother sat next to me, gently holding my hand. Chu Chieu Da raised his head, his voice was very hoarse: "Uncle, I remember." My father nodded: "Remembering is useless, you have to do it. I'm not keeping you here for dinner today. It's not that we don't welcome it, but it's just that the two of you haven't reached the point where you can sit at the same table." Chu Chieu Da did not feel awkward, nor did he make excuses. He pushed the cake to the edge of the table: "Then please leave first. Uncle, aunt, everyone can eat." When he turned around and walked out, the sunlight was beautiful, covering his shoulders. I sat at the dining table and suddenly realized that I was no longer like my previous life, always rushing to explain things for him. Whether or not he is understood by others is his business; Whether I am protected or not is my business. After dinner, my father poured me a bowl of soup radish, and deliberately choose the right part close to the bone.

“Eat it.” he said. “Don't just worry about whether other people will change or not, you have to eat your fill too.”

I bowed my head and took a bite. The stewed radish is very soft, the hot steam touches the eyes, a bit spicy. 13 Restaurants with bad reviews After Nam Phong restaurant's ordering program became operational, orders became more and more, and trouble also followed. First, someone posted a bad review on the platform, saying the restaurant's food was not clean and had a stomach ache after eating. Immediately after that, a series of new accounts began to lead public opinion in the comments section, such as: "The small restaurant in the old town is not hygienic", "The owner just broke off the engagement, her mood is unstable, the cooking is also full of resentment". Reading the last sentence, I burst out laughing. Tong Chi was even more straightforward: "This person has probably never eaten your cooking. If you cook with resentment, just add chili, but never unsanitary." The bad reviews appear one after another, and the tone seems to be copied from a template. Ta Nghien Thanh checked the management system and discovered that the order addresses were all different and the phone numbers were all new. He frowned: “It looks like someone intentionally played with you.” My father held a cooking shovel, his face as black as a braised chicken wing: "I don't know who is so virtuous!" My mother was calmer: "Don't rush to make a fuss. Kitchen records, import sources, food storage samples, surveillance cameras... gather them all up. What should be public is public, what should be explained is explained." I nodded. In my previous life, when encountering something like this, my first reaction was definitely to find Chu Chieu Da. Not because he can handle it for me, but because I'm used to sending my sense of security to him. But in this life, I don't want to become someone who only knows how to hold out my hand and wait for others to pull me up.