Chapter 35 — The Former General's Ex-Wife Was a Genius Advisor

There was a hissing sound in the kitchen - Another fried egg was heroically sacrificed. Co Ngon Chu walked out holding a bowl of noodles, next to the edge of the bowl was an fried egg with a blackened edge.

"Don't criticize, I tried my best."

I took the bowl of noodles. The noodles are cooked to just the right degree, the broth is well seasoned. Although the egg is ugly, the yolk is just ripe. I tried a piece. “It's delicious.” He sat down opposite me, watching me eat. His eyes no longer felt distant and cold like before.

“Van Tinh.”

“Yes?”

“I want to tell you something.”

“You say it.”

“I threw away the ashtray on the balcony.”

“I see.”

“Also deleted the encrypted folder in the phone.”

I put down my chopsticks. "Why?"

“Because W is no longer in the email.” He looked at me. “W is sitting right in front of me eating noodles.”

I bowed my head and continued eating noodles. It's not that I don't want to laugh. It's that the corners of my mouth can't be controlled anymore. After eating, while he washed the dishes, I stood on the balcony admiring the river view. The wind is very light, the sky is very blue. Behind him, the sound of dishes clanging against each other was heard. Very ordinary. Very authentic. I leaned against the railing, remembering those thousand late nights. I once stood on this very balcony smoking a cigarette, reading emails, and thinking about an unknown person. And I lay in the bedroom, pretending to be fast asleep, listening to the sound of the balcony door opening and closing. One thousand nights. Now, it has all passed. He came out and stood next to me. Hand to hand. There is no longer a scene where everyone stands in a corner of the balcony.

“What are you thinking?”

“Thinking ——” I turned to look at him. “The flavor of this bowl of noodles can still be improved a little more.”

His shoulders visibly relaxed. “You say it.”

“Add half a teaspoon of salt.”

“Okay.”

“Eggs must be fried slowly over low heat.”

“Okay.”

“And also ——”

“What else?”

I placed my hand on the back of his hand.

"I'll cook all the noodles later."

His hand turned over and held my hand tightly. Very tight. Like I just caught something that was too late. On the river there was a yacht passing by. Bright flower lights. But the brightest light is right in this house.

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