Chapter 1 — Because of his ex-wife, he lost everything

After my morning sickness ended, I craved a piece of soft braised pork that would melt in my mouth. I worked hard on the stew all morning, but before I could taste a piece, my husband handed it over to his ex-wife and son.

“It's just a piece of food? Do you need to calculate with a child?”

I conveniently placed a plate of fried tomatoes and eggs on his head.

“Divorce!”

“If you like your ex-wife that much, then I wish you a lifetime of never ending love for your ex-wife!”

01 My marriage ended with a plate of braised meat. At six thirty on Saturday morning, it wasn't even dawn yet. I gently got up from bed. Luc Hanh Chu turned over, grumbled something in his mouth, then fell asleep again. I didn't call him, got dressed, carried a cloth bag and left the house. The morning market has begun to bustle. I know the way to turn into the meat stall and often buy it, the owner from afar smiled and greeted: "Tieu Khuong has arrived? Today there is a very delicious strip of pork belly, the three layers are clear, the train warehouse is standard." I bent down to look closely, lean and fat interwoven, beautiful meat fibers, truly a rare commodity. I asked the boss to weigh an even kilogram, then went to the poultry section to choose half a ready-made rabbit, and conveniently bought a handful of young ginger. All morning, I was stuck in the kitchen, listening to a livestream telling a story from a lawyer, all the while working. Wash and chop the pork belly, boil it with rock sugar, then add spoonfuls of cooking wine, soy sauce, and dark soy sauce, and simmer for two hours. Boneless rabbit meat, diced, fried in oil and drained. Slice young ginger, cut green chili and red chili into rings, saute until fragrant with bean paste, make in one go. The clay pot on the stove was boiling. The sweet taste of braised pork mixed with the spicy smell of stir-fried rabbit meat, the whole kitchen was filled with a smell that made people salivate. I stood in front of the stove, holding chopsticks and poking into the pot of meat. The pieces of meat had turned a dark amber color, and as soon as the chopsticks touched them, they sank, shaking and becoming soft, exactly the "melt in the mouth" state that I always wanted. I smiled with satisfaction, swallowed my saliva, and told myself that I would definitely have to eat a few more bites later. I'm more than four months pregnant. The first three months of being tormented by morning sickness, I lost three or four kilograms, vomited whatever I ate, and felt nauseous every time I smelled grease. It was very difficult to get through that stage, the taste eventually returned. These past few days, my mind has only had images of that tender piece of braised pork. When the four dishes were served on the table, the clock had just struck eleven thirty. Shiny red-brown braised meat, fragrant stir-fried rabbit meat, next to it is a plate of stir-fried tomatoes with eggs and a plate of stir-fried bok choy with garlic. Some are salty, some are light, the colors and flavors are all perfect. I took off my apron, looked at my achievements with satisfaction, then walked towards the bedroom and called out loudly: "Luc Hanh Chu, let's eat." I went into the room and changed into clean house clothes, then went to the bathroom to wash my hands thoroughly. In the mirror appeared a slightly pale face, but her eyes held a rare joy. I patted my face, thinking to myself that I had to have a big meal today. However, when I returned to the dining room, I was completely stunned. The middle of the dining table is empty. The braised pork meat disappeared, and the rabbit meat was also nowhere to be found. The two large plates containing the main dish evaporated without a trace, leaving only a plate of fried tomatoes with eggs and a plate of green vegetables lying inert alone, like two side characters were thrown away. My first reaction was did I remember wrong, or was the food still in the kitchen? I turned back to the kitchen and looked, the stovetop was also empty, the clay pot only had a little thick sauce left, and the stir-fry pan was also empty. I returned to the dining room and just happened to see Luc Hanh Chu come in from outside the door, changing his shoes, his hands empty, his expression extremely calm.

“Where are your braised pork and stir-fried rabbit meat?” I asked.

Luc Hanh Chu walked to the dining table and sat down, picked up a piece of fried egg with chopsticks, and didn't bother to raise his head and replied: "Ah, I brought it to Tham Duong's house."

“What did you say?” I couldn't believe my ears.

“I told you to bring it to Tham Duong.” Luc Hanh Chu munched and said in a monotonous voice, "Braised pork with Chinese meat is sweet, children like to eat it the most. Tham Duong likes spicy food, so I also brought that stir-fried rabbit dish, saving me the trouble..."

"I've been busy making food all morning, but without saying a word you brought it all to your ex-wife and son?" I interrupted and asked coldly.

“Ex-wife, new wife, what, don't call me that harsh, they have proper names!” Luc Hanh Chu frowned, seemingly seeing that I was making fun of him, "Duong Duong is also your son, is it okay to bring him some food?"

I took a deep breath, trying to suppress my anger: "So what do you eat?" Luc Hanh Chu used his chopsticks to point at the two remaining plates of food on the table, calmly as if nothing: "There, aren't there still two dishes left? It's enough for the two of us to eat." I looked down at the two plates of food. Stir-fried tomatoes with eggs is a dish I conveniently make, and I stir-fry green vegetables to eat with it because I'm afraid all the meat and fish will be boring. As for the pot of braised pork, I stewed for two hours. I spent half an hour working on the rabbit meat from boneless to stir-frying. Before I could even taste a single bite, this man silently gave it to someone else.

“Do I have to?” Luc Hanh Chu saw that I was silent, put down his chopsticks and looked at me, with a bit of impatience in his voice, "It's just a bite to eat? Does this also have to be calculated?"

My fingers slowly tightened.

“Don't stand there anymore, quickly sit down and eat.” Luc Hanh Chu tapped on the table, as if comforting a naughty child, "The food is cold now."

I move. I raised my hand to pick up a plate of fried tomatoes with eggs on the table. Just before Luc Hanh Chu could react, I threw the entire plate of food onto his head.

“Eat your father's grave!”

The plate hit his head with a thud, the yellow-red mixture of tomatoes and eggs flowed down his hair, covering his face. Eggs stuck to her ears, pieces of tomato slid from her forehead to the bridge of her nose, sauce ran down her collar into her chest. His face, which always appeared noble and indifferent to worldly affairs, instantly became slimy with broth, unbearably unkempt. Luc Hanh Chu suddenly stood up, the chair was knocked to the ground with a deafening clatter. He wiped the soup from his face and glared at me with disbelief: "Are you crazy?!" I didn't pay attention to him, turned around and walked towards the bedroom. After two steps, I stopped and turned to look at him. It was an expression he had never seen on my face: calm, cold, like a frozen puddle with no ripples underneath. any.

“Luc Hanh Chu,” I said, my voice monotone, “Let's get a divorce.”

The moment those two words fell, I walked into the bedroom and slammed the door. Waiting until Luc Hanh Chu washed his face and was about to go to the bedroom to change clothes, I pulled out a suitcase and was stuffing clothes into it.

“Have you made enough trouble?” Luc Hanh Chu held my suitcase tightly, "Just because of a plate of food, you want a divorce? Khuong Dan Thanh, is your pregnancy making you confused?"

I pushed his hand away, stuffed the last jacket in, zipped it up, pulled my suitcase and walked out.

“Where are you going?”