Chapter 11 — My Wife Is Not An Outsider

"Wen Duong has been married here for half a year, and every month he spends two to three thousand yuan out of his own pocket to buy food. The ribs, fish, and shrimp in the house are all bought by her. Every piece of braised meat I eat is her money."

Luc An An gasped.

“I borrowed twelve thousand from her and haven't paid back yet. I used that money to buy a phone, buy sneakers, and also deposited three thousand game money for my ex-lover." I took out my phone and opened the screenshot: "Wen Duong's Alipay statement, the WeChat message you asked to borrow money, and the seven pairs of shoes you showed off on Tieu Hong Thu - that account uses the same avatar as the main account, I must have forgotten to change it."

His face was white.

"If you feel unjust, you can continue to post the status. But I will comment on these screenshots right below. After my close friends see it, guess who they will defend?"

I put my phone in my pocket, patted the sofa armrest and stood up.

"Oh right, among my close friends, there are two of them that I borrowed money from and never paid back. If they saw a screenshot of me using the borrowed money to buy branded clothes, what do you think they would think?"

Luc An An's fingers clenched the phone case, turning pale. His lips trembled, unable to speak. Then he stood up, ran into the room, and slammed the door. The door frame vibrated. My mother poked her head out from the kitchen: "What did you do again?"

"It's nothing. I just talked to An An about his status."

Ten minutes later, when I looked at his Friends Circle again, the post had been deleted. * 【Chapter 6】 After posting the status, the family fell into a rather miraculous "truce" state. My mother cooks meals — every day she waits for Wen Duong to come home before preparing the tray. But the quality and quantity of food has "shrunk" noticeably. Braised pork turns into stir-fried pork, steamed seabass turns into fish head cooked in thin water, rib soup turns into white radish soup. It's not that I don't have money to buy it, but I deliberately don't want to cook delicious food. A kind of wordless protest. *You made me wait for him to eat with you, right? Okay. Wait, wait. But don't let me cook delicious food.* Of course Wen Duong noticed. But she said nothing. Being able to eat hot rice on a plate is already a great step for her. Her standards have been pushed too low. I don't expose the quality of the meal in front of my mother, because that would turn into a never-ending tug-of-war. I use another method. Every afternoon after work, I go to the market first. Buy delicious food and take it straight to the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” My mother stood at the kitchen door.

“Cook rice.”

"I already cooked it..."

“Mom, I can't cook enough food, so I'll make a few more dishes.”

I washed the fish, rubbed it with salt and wine to marinate it. In the next pan, pour oil and heat. My mother's face was extremely unsightly. But she didn't stop me. That evening, there were six dishes on the table. Mom's three "coping" dishes, my "kindness" three dishes. The contrast was so obvious that my father had to add two bowls of rice. On Duong picked up a piece of my braised fish, chewed it, then turned to look at me.

“When did you learn to cook?”

“When I was in college, I cooked for myself a few times.”

“Very delicious.” She said these two words, the corner of her mouth curled up into a very small arch.

My mother looked at the two extremes of food on the table, her face pale. After eating, he quietly cleared away the bowl and chopsticks. This condition lasted for a week. Every day I get off work to buy food, cook, and compete live continued with my mother's "deal" dishes on the same table. When Wen Duong came home from work, waiting for her was a tray of six or seven hot dishes. This is not the end result I wanted — I can't do this every day, work is too busy. But I'm waiting for an opportunity. The opportunity came on Thursday night. Luc An An led a person home. It's her "new boyfriend", a guy wearing a Gucci belt and gold chain, claiming to work on blockchain.