Chapter 7 — The Fish Was Dumped Into The Trash, The Marriage Also Ended

But he did not go towards the divorce registration counter. Which led me into the coffee shop next door. I don't sit down.

“Luc Minh Xuyen, don't waste time.”

He pushed a file in front of me.

“Please sign this.”

I glanced. It is a property agreement during marriage. It clearly states: The house is in my name, but the couple lives and uses it together. After the divorce, ownership of the house belongs to Luc Minh Xuyen. In return, he will compensate me 200,000 yuan. I raised my head.

“You stayed up all night last night to write this?”

“This is the fairest solution.”

He spoke very seriously.

“Even though the house is in your name, I have lived there for five years and also taken care of it for five years.”

“Besides, a woman like you keeping the house isn't safe.”

“What if I sell it and get cheated out of money?”

“It would be better if you kept it for me.”

I closed the file.

“Then I'll take the 200,000 yuan here first.”

He frowned.

“Not yet.”

"Just wait until the project is signed."

“That project cannot be signed.”

His expression immediately darkened.

“What do you mean?”

I don't answer. Right at that moment. The two entered the coffee shop. One person is Luc Minh Xuyen's deputy general manager. The other person is Master Luong from yesterday. Luc Minh Xuyen immediately stood up.

“Director Truong!”

“Master Luong!”

“Why are you two here?”

Director Truong looked at me, then at the document in his hand.

“Luc Minh Xuyen.”

"You took a leave of absence to go see Xuan Hoa Lau."

“So you're sitting here handling family matters?”

Luc Minh Xuyen immediately stiffened.

“Director Truong, I will be there soon.”

Master Luong looked down at the documents in front of me.

“Nam Chi, what did he make you sign?”

Luc Minh Xuyen immediately spoke first:

“It's just a property agreement between husband and wife.”

Master Luong picked up the file. Just after reading two lines, his face became unsightly.

“200,000 yuan in exchange for her house?”

Director Truong also glanced over. He threw the file back on the table.

“Luc Minh Xuyen.”

“The company assigned the food street project to you because it believes you understand the local businesses well.”

"You used your wife's family's heirloom dish as a relationship building tool."

“Still standing right in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau's gate to cheat her of her house?”

The tables in the restaurant all turned to look. Luc Minh Xuyen quickly explained:

“Director Truong, this is a misunderstanding.”

“The relationship between me and Nam Chi is very good.”

“She's just temporarily angry.”

I calmly said:

“We are getting divorced.”

Master Luong asked:

“Because of that fish?”

Luc Minh Xuyen's face turned pale.

“Out of fish and fish cakes.”

"When husband and wife quarrel, everyone sometimes says too much."

I opened the video on my phone. That's the indoor surveillance camera footage that Manh Tinh sent me after the police left last night. In the video, my mother-in-law sat on the sofa cursing me. Luc Giai Giai rummaged through my bag. And Luc Minh Xuyen said very clearly:

“Her resources are also my resources.”

The sound in the video rang out clearly. The more Director Truong listened, the darker his expression became.

“Luc Minh Xuyen.”

“Return to the company immediately.”

“This project is temporarily paused.”

“Write a report explaining the whole incident.”

“Director Truong!”

Luc Minh Xuyen chased after two steps. But Director Truong never turned back. Master Luong looked at me. His eyes carried some regret, mixed with expectation.

“Tonight's tasting session is still going as planned.”

“If you want to come, come.”

“If you don't want to, I won't force you.”

I nodded. Luc Minh Xuyen turned back. For the first time, panic appeared in his eyes.

“Nam Chi, you can't treat me like that.”

“This project is very important to me.”

I picked up my bag.

“My birthday is also very important.”

Xuan Hoa Lau is located in Lieu Chi alley. The sign has just been newly painted. The bronze plaque has not yet been hung up. But the kitchen in the back was as hot as the middle of summer. Master Luong gave me an apron.

“The pot is over there.”

“The fish are also there.”

“You don't have to be like your dad.”

“Make your own.”

I looked at the carp on the cutting board. The hand paused for a few seconds. Since my parents passed away, I rarely make this dish. Luc Minh Xuyen criticized the kitchen for smelling of grease. Mother-in-law criticized cooking fish for wasting oil. Luc Giai Giai criticized the sour smell clinging to clothes. For five years. They made me gradually believe that my hobby was a nuisance. I picked up the knife. Withdrawal of fishy tendons. Make diagonal lines on the fish's body. A few young chefs stood nearby, whispering.

“Isn't she an office worker at the training center?”

“Master Luong really let her try the town dish?”

"This fish just needs a little bit of fire and it will fall apart. It's not that easy."

Master Luong did not stop him. The oil in the pan is seven parts hot. I picked up the fish tail and dropped it. The fish body quickly takes shape in the boiling oil. Soy sauce. When the sweet and sour flavor rose, the whole kitchen suddenly fell silent.