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Su Mingxian felt utterly defeated. In the short time it took to buy groceries at the market, her identity had become common knowledge throughout the entire neighborhood.
She couldn't understand what Aunt Zhao was thinking, dragging her over to introduce her to every acquaintance they encountered. There was simply no way to escape it; it was infuriating.
With her divorce from Shen Chi looming, the situation had escalated to such a public spectacle. What would Shen Chi think of her now?
The thought made Su Mingxian feel as if she could die from embarrassment.
All this fuss over a simple grocery run—what if Shen Chi decided not to go through with the divorce because of it?
The entire afternoon, she found it hard to focus. It didn't matter who the culprit was; she needed to finalize the divorce as soon as possible.
Yes, it would be best if Shen Chi could give her a deadline today.
Once she settled on that thought, Su Mingxian felt much better.
Cooking wasn't difficult for her; she had done it for years in her past life. Shen Chi, who couldn't enjoy a meal without meat, loved her braised pork—tender and rich without being greasy.
She prepared a Squirrel Fish, vibrant and flavorful, showcasing skills that rivaled those of seasoned chefs from Suzhou.
Next came spicy shrimp and oyster sauce lettuce, followed by a light vegetable and tofu soup. Everything was ready.
Just as she set the dishes on the table, the two of them arrived right on cue. Fang Dahai, with his keen sense of smell, rushed in, drooling and wide-eyed at the delicious aromas wafting through the air.
"Delicious, it smells amazing! Sister-in-law, you could definitely be a chef! I could smell it all the way downstairs, and it’s making my mouth water."
With that, he boldly sat down, rubbing his hands together, his eyes glued to the food.
"Look at you! It's just some simple home cooking. If you like it, feel free to eat as much as you want," Su Mingxian replied with a smile. As a cook, having someone enjoy her food was the best compliment she could receive.
However, Shen Chi never expected Su Mingxian to have such impressive culinary skills.
The braised pork and spicy shrimp were one thing, but this Squirrel Fish? People from her hometown must have eaten it before, let alone made it.
Of course, none of that was important; what mattered was—
Shen Chi's expression shifted slightly as he asked, "Did you really make all of this yourself?"
Su Mingxian was taken aback by the question. Wasn't it obvious that she made it? Just as she was about to snap back at him, a thought struck her, and she froze in place.
It dawned on her that she had made a colossal mistake.
Habits can be terrifying; she had unknowingly cooked dishes that Shen Chi loved. The realization sent a chill down her spine.
Her big eyes darted around as she quickly fabricated an excuse: "Oh, um, I made the other dishes myself, but this Squirrel Fish? I learned how to make it from our neighbor Aunt Zhao. I’m not sure if it’s any good."
She forced an awkward smile. Meanwhile, Fang Dahai's eyes widened in shock. "What? You learned it just now? Brother Chi Zi loves this dish! Sister-in-law, you actually went to learn from the neighbor for Brother Chi Zi? You two—"
Fang Dahai, the single dog, was hit with a thousand points of damage, clutching his chest as if he might collapse at any moment.
Su Mingxian was in a state of distress, his face twisted in agony. "No way! I just casually learned from the neighbor. Dahai, you're overthinking it, really overthinking it."
With that, he turned and slipped into the kitchen, not daring to look at Shen Chi, his face burning with embarrassment.
In the kitchen, Su Mingxian slapped his forehead in frustration, while Shen Chi Yi sat in the dining room, watching her leave with a glimmer in his eyes and a slight smile on his lips, lost in thought.
Fang Dahai was left dumbfounded, then hit with another thousand points of damage. "You guys can't do this! Flirting back and forth like that—can't you consider the feelings of this single man?"
Before he could finish his sentence, a shrimp was shoved into his mouth. "Just eat your food and stop talking so much."
Fang Dahai: ...
"I—"
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