Chapter 12 — I Locked the Kitchen Door, Locked That Marriage

He recorded the screen and sent it to me. The content of the recording is this:

“That woman is truly ungrateful.”

"Our Co family spent 68,000 yuan as a bride price to marry her, provided her with delicious food and drinks, but after only three days of getting married, she packed her bags and left."

"Now they still want a divorce and refuse to pay the bride price."

“Oh my god, why are women so brazen these days…”

Behind is still continuing.

“Now I suspect it was targeting our money from the beginning.”

"After three days of marriage, I left because the bride price had already been paid."

"Everyone say, does this count as cheating?"

In the group of relatives, everyone immediately followed.

“It's too much.”

“Que Lan, please call the police.”

“We must demand justice.”

When Co Vien forwarded that screen recording to me, he only texted one more sentence: I finished watching. No reply. Exit WeChat. Transfer. Recipient: Co Vien. Note: Refund of bride price. Then I took a screenshot of the transaction. Send it directly to lawyer Ha.

“Lawyer Ha, today I returned the bride price.”

“Please keep a photo of the transaction as evidence.”

"If the other side continues to spread the news that I cheated on the marriage, please directly file a lawsuit for infringement of honor."

Lawyer Ha replied very quickly: I texted To Tinh again.

“When is the interview with that culinary site?”

“Tomorrow afternoon, three o'clock.”

“I want to go public.”

“Disclose what?”

“Disclose who the owner of ‘Summer Kitchen’ is.”

To Tinh sent several consecutive exclamation points. Then text one more sentence:

“You finally agreed to say this.”

“I waited for two years.”

The interview was scheduled at a coffee shop. The opponent is the largest culinary page in the city, with more than three hundred thousand followers. The editor is a young girl with a very enthusiastic personality.

“President Lam, ‘Summer Kitchen’ has only been established for two years and has already opened three branches.”

“In the local pastry industry, local pastries are very famous now.”

“A lot of readers want to know…”

“What kind of person is the landlady?”

“Just a normal person.”

“General Lam is too humble.”

“I looked at your company's revenue data…”

“Those are not important.”

I interrupted her.

“If you want to write…”

“Let's just write a story.”

“What is it?”

“My mother sold breakfast for twenty years.”

“Every day at three o'clock in the morning, I get up to knead dough and steam dumplings.”

“Raised me alone, sent me to college.”

“I make bread, make cakes, open a shop…”

“Not for any entrepreneurial ideals.”

“It's because since I was little, I've watched my mother knead dough.”

“She taught me something.”

“I cooked rice…”

“You have to scoop yourself a bowl first.”

The pen in the editor's hand stopped.

“This sentence is so good.”

“Can I use it as a title?”

The day the interview was posted, the number of reads quickly exceeded fifty thousand. The comment section is extremely bustling.

“Oh my god, is the owner of 'Summer Kitchen' really that young?”

“The story of her mother selling breakfast is so touching.”

“‘When I cook rice, I have to scoop a bowl for myself first’…”

“After reading it, I suddenly wanted to cry.”

To Tinh took a photo of a bunch of comments and sent them to me.

“It's explosive.”

I don't read too many comments. But I noticed a shared post. Tran Tieu Man shared that interview with her friends. The caption line is:

“This person seems to be my wife Co Vien, right???"

Below is the second aunt's comment:

“What?”

Then added Ms. Ba's comment:

“No way.”

Tien Que Lan did not comment. But I guess… she saw it. Because that afternoon, Co Vien called me again. This time I picked up the phone.

“Are you really the owner of ‘Summer Kitchen’?”

“You… why never told me?”

“What am I telling you for?”

“It's not…”

“I mean… you never told me you had your own company.”

“You asked before?”

The other end of the line was silent for a long time.

“I really didn't know you had your own company.”

“I don't need to know.”

“If only you knew…”

“What if I knew?”

“Are you going to speak up for me?”

He was silent again.

“You didn't stand up to protect me, not because you didn't know I had money.”

“But because in my heart…”

“I also feel like it's not a big deal for my mother to force me to eat in the kitchen.”

“When you brought me a bowl of leftovers…”

“I still think I'm a good person.”

“But a really good person…”

“wouldn't let my wife stand in the kitchen for forty minutes.”

"I also won't watch my wife eat cold rice..."

“Then turned around and slept soundly as if nothing had happened.”

“Have you signed the agreement yet?”