Chapter 5 — Old Love Knocks on My Door

After that message, Quy Da no longer responded. I looked at the man sleeping soundly next to me. With his personality, he certainly couldn't stand his marriage being used as a pawn. But with his beauty, it really looks like he could sell for a very high price. At that time, I finally understood that Quy Da and I were from two different worlds.

11

The lunch Quy Da cooked was very sumptuous. After eating, I was so full that I felt sleepy and then fell asleep. When I woke up, the heavy rain brought by the storm had stopped. Sunset light covers the living room. The whole room was filled with gentle light, making people's hearts feel warm. I sat up and stretched, the pain in my lower abdomen was reduced by more than half. Dai Trang was still lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly. Looking closely, the floor seems to have been cleaned and is shiny to the point of reflecting light. The dining table was also wiped clean, the dishes and chopsticks were washed, even the trash was taken away. I couldn't help but laugh. Is Quy Da a snail boy?

“Are you awake?”

Qui Da's voice suddenly rang out from behind, scaring me to death.

“Why are you still here?”

"If I'm not here, who will cook dinner for you?"

I was momentarily speechless and awkwardly replied:

“And… and my husband.”

Quy Da smiled coldly:

“That blond guy doesn't even know how to wash your clothes, does he know how to cook?”

It turned out that while I was sleeping, he took my dirty clothes to wash. When we were still together, washing my clothes almost became a habit of his. Especially during menstruation. Even if I just wash my hands with cold water, he can nag for half a day. Quy Da ignored my objections. He quickly began preparing ingredients and preparing dinner. Not sure if it was because he needed to stir-fry over high heat or not, he took off his jacket. There was only a tank top on, with an apron tied on top. The apron hugs Quy Da's body, making his broad shoulders, narrow waist and clear muscle lines stand out even more. Combined with such a beautiful face, it makes people feel refreshed just looking at it. The little deer in my arms that had been dead for a long time suddenly started running around again. So when my brother returned carrying the chicken, I didn't recognize him at all. Quy Da is demonstrating the technique of tossing a pan over a large fire in the kitchen. I sat in the living room enjoying his beautiful back muscles. Giang Tu was surprised. He carried the chicken and sat down next to me, then directly sang:

“OH MY GOD! You scared me so much~”

“How far have you two progressed now?”

“Are you about to turn into that sleeping husband?”

I slapped Giang Tu. It finally went silent.

12

Chef Quy went through a fog of smoke and fire, and finally began to serve the dishes on the table. Seeing the roasted chicken Giang Tu bought, he sneered coldly. Giang Tu was completely indifferent. He held chopsticks and obediently sat and waited to eat. The dishes Quy Da makes are beautifully presented and have a wonderful taste, full of color, flavor and taste. Giang Tu bowed his head and ate like crazy, sincerely praising:

“Your ex-brother-in-law isn't a chef, is he?”

Maybe Quy Da didn't expect my "husband" to trust his wife to this extent. The wife's ex-boyfriend blatantly entered the house, yet he could still eat and drink carelessly as if he had nothing to do with it. Quy Da was truly impressed. But he also did not forget to sarcasm:

“Just a few items Just eat with family. Isn't this the minimum requirement for a husband?”

My younger brother replied while chewing:

“I'm young and healthy.”

The corner of Quy Da's mouth twitched.

“Can go out to receive guests, can go to the kitchen to cook. A person is already someone else's husband, so can't he do even this little bit?"

My younger brother continued chewing:

“I'm young and healthy.”

Quy Da asked:

“Do you know what she likes to eat and what foods she avoids? Do you know how to take care of others? Do you know what she likes and what she hates?

My brother was stunned for a moment then continued chewing:

“I'm young and healthy.”

Quy Da finally got angry, turned around and asked me:

“Are you very old?”

Before I could answer, my brother said:

“It's past twenty-five and it's sixty.”

Quy Da gritted his teeth:

“Even after eating so much, you still can't cover your mouth? Or don't eat anymore?”

“Just in time I'm full.”

Giang Tu put the bowl and chopsticks on the table.

“Thank you, old brother-in-law. Remember to wash the dishes later before you go home."

After saying that, he brushed his butt off and returned to the game room. Quy Da glared at me:

“This is the man you chose?”

I shrugged:

“Once you choose, that's all for now.”

“Divorce him.”

Quy Da suddenly grabbed my hand.

“How much compensation does he need, you pay.”

I withdrew my hand.

“Um… the relationship between me and him…”

I pulled the corners of my lips apologetically.

“Money cannot be measured.”