As a couple, when does it start to make you feel that the other person is gradually becoming cold?

First of all, on the dinner table.

The other person will no longer be interested in everything you make with your own hands. Sometimes he or she is just a perfunctory table, and the scene of eating with each other will make you feel deeply lost. Even the most delicious food becomes as tasteless as chewing wax. Ignoring all your actions, perfunctory to all your hard work. This already says a lot.

When your lover's stomach starts to become picky, or that it no longer suits the taste of the food you make, it doesn't mean that he doesn't like your cooking, it's just that he doesn't like the person who cooks.

Well, both men and women should be vigilant enough.

Because, you should know how heavy he was in the beginning, how much he liked the way you cooked in the kitchen, and how much a good appetite for any food you made.

If all this is a thing of the past, then your love has faded, like overnight food, without color and flavor.

Some people may choose not to go home to eat at all, why would they rather eat out than come back to eat your meal?

Yan Hao wasn't at this point now, but Fang Yun could already feel the change in him, because he didn't express an opinion on all of her things. Even if Fang Yun spent a full two hours boiling fish soup after returning home from work today, he would show a silent disdain.

Fang Yun would personally put a bowl in front of him, and said: You taste it, this fish is very fresh.

Yan Hao glanced at the fish soup, yes, it was his favorite fish soup, this Fang Yun has always kept in mind, Yan Hao likes fish soup. I can't remember how many times Fang Yun boiled the fish soup after they got married, from too salty, too light, or too fishy to now it can be said to be perfect and impeccable, but why did he lose the surprise and pleasure in his mouth?

Yan Hao always picked up the bowl without saying a word, and drank the fish soup with a few grunts.

Fang Yun would look at him expectantly and ask him: How is it?

What should he say? He didn't really want to say anything, he just wanted to finish his meal quickly, eating was just three tasks in a day, and after he was done, he could evacuate the dining table, no longer have to face their mother and daughter, go back to the bedroom, turn on the computer, and continue the work that had not been completed during the day. What can a person's life say that can never be completed? That's work.

Now work has become more important to him than his family, or Fang Yun, because it allows him to put a large amount of money into his card every month, which means that one day he can be free.

Oh yes, he's been married for more than ten years, and now he's secretly yearning for freedom. Where there is money, there is freedom, and what freedom is there when there is no money?

He is trying to get a higher job title, he hopes to be a senior job title by the age of forty, and he is now competing for a management position, which he can double next year's salary. He thought: next year I can buy another house outside and move out so that I don't have to live here anymore.

He was filled with disgust for the house he was living in.

The house made him feel very uncomfortable because of the presence of their mother and daughter, and he didn't feel like a real owner or a man here. All his actions were stared at by a pair of eyes, which made him unhappy.

He always thought: Maybe, Fang Yun and I have a house that really belongs to us, and we can start a new life.

Of course, it was just maybe, because his plans were still more complicated, and he was a little unsure of what he thought, but he just hated the feeling of going home more and more, and the scene of everyone gathering at the dinner table.

So, he hates to eat. Therefore, he turned a blind eye to all the delicacies cooked by Fang Yun, so naturally he would not have any praise, and he would not have a good appetite.

He used to be able to finish bowl after bowl, but now he found that his meal was decreasing. After eating a bowl and drinking the soup, he immediately left the table in silence. Fang Yun and Liu Meiren were left to pull the dishes in the bowl, and Zexi ate there slowly and methodically.

For his daughter, he still expressed something, and at the last second of leaving the table, he would say kindly: Zexi, don't pick and choose, you still have to eat meat, you are still growing your body, you can't stop eating meat. Don't listen to people's nonsense, you're not fat at all. Well, eat some beef, don't just eat vegetables.

It was the only thing he said all day from leaving home for work in the morning to coming home from work in the afternoon, and he didn't have much time to care about how she did her homework all night, let alone have time to sit down with his daughter and have a good chat.

Nights are no more leisurely than day, in addition to work, but also study. Work is to make money, study is to work, in the end it is still to make money.

So he himself also values this only moment when he cares about his daughter as a father.

Although, these words of his are usually taken as a deaf ear. The daughter looked completely indifferent, picking out all the meat piece by piece, and a contemptuous thief smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.