Chapter 21 — My Wife Is Not An Outsider

Everyone picked up their chopsticks. Wen Duong was the last to pick up his chopsticks. She picked up a piece of food and put it in her mouth, chewing. Then he raised his head and looked around the tray. Warm yellow light shines on each person's face. My father slowly sipped the soup. My mother picked up a piece of the softest fish belly and put it in my grandmother's bowl. Luc An An was pouring the second glass of wine, mumbling, "I don't know if this wine is strong or not." Grandma smiled and looked at the entire tray, holding a glass of juice in her hand. Outside the window, fireworks exploded again. Boom. Boom boom. Bright red light filtered through the curtains, flashing twice on the table. Wen Duong looked at all those images and suddenly smiled. Not a reserved smile, not a smile trying to endure something. It was a smile that welled up from the bottom of my heart, even my eyes curled up into a semicircle, a smile that didn't need any reason. Under the table, I held her hand. Her hand was so warm.

“Luc Tu Chu.” She softly called me.
\place?"

She leaned close to my ear, her voice half covered by the sound of fireworks. But I heard every word clearly.

“From now on, in our family, no one will be allowed to eat cold rice.”

I squeezed her hand.

“Not allowed.”

Outside the window, fireworks exploded into the night sky into brilliant golden particles. The food on the table was still steaming. No one moves their chopsticks to eat first — Because we have to wait until everyone is present before eating. This time, everyone was present. (Complete set)