Shang Qiaobai came back from work and hesitated at the door of his house for a while.

Looking at the familiar door, the aroma of food was already wafting out of it, and he suddenly became a little timid.

"Sir, you're back." Wen Yan came out of the house with the water for washing vegetables, intending to pour it into the flower bed next to her.

The cold and unsuspecting Tong Shang Qiaobai had a look, the panic in her eyes flashed away, and soon she smiled naturally and decently, as usual, and talked to her husband in front of her: "The meal is ready, there is your favorite steamed fish, come into the house and wash your hands." ”

Shang Qiaobai swallowed his weakness and hesitation, and pulled a smile stiffly: "Okay." ”

Inside the house, there is a familiar incense.

Meals are also familiar tastes.

He cleaned his hands with the warm water that Wen Yan had prepared on the side, and at the same time did the construction in his heart, wait...... How to talk to her in order not to hurt her so much.

Wen Yan poured water and came back, Shang Qiaobai always couldn't help but peek at her.

In fact, she is a very beautiful woman, with a bit of heroism between her eyebrows, but she has been replaced by the gentleness polished by the years.

After marrying him, he also knew a little bit of words, and now he can read books and newspapers by himself.

But he always felt that something was missing in this marriage with her.

Until the other day...... He found the feeling of filling in that gap.

"Today, this fish is a little salty, and the salt covers the deliciousness of the fish itself, and spoils the good things."

Shang Qiaobai tried to pick bones in eggs to cover up those words that he couldn't say because of his weak heart.

He slapped his chopsticks heavily: "It's very unpalatable, take it and go." ”

Wen Yan was on the dining table, serving the warm pork ribs and corn soup on the stove, and when he heard his dislike, he smiled as if he had expected it: "Okay." ”

She was still gentle and calm, as if she didn't mind this person's hurtful words, as if she had been used to it for a long time.

"Sir, try this soup, there is no salt, it should not be salty."

When the lid of the casserole is lifted, a smell of aroma immediately hits the face.

Shang Qiaobai couldn't help but move his Adam's apple, swallowed his saliva several times before maintaining his cold face, and continued to pick in a stiff voice: "What else can you taste like without salt?" Can you still drink that soup? Who's stew doesn't put condiments, take ......"

He was about to say impatiently, "Take it, take it", Wen Yan put it on the table with a small jar of salt, and smiled easily: "Mr. wants to drink salty and light, he knows the taste best, you will not be wrong to add salt yourself, if only salt is not enough, there are black pepper, chili powder, pepper salt, scallion oil, cumin grains in the kitchen, what you want, I will bring it to you." ”

Hearing this, the smile between his eyebrows and eyes made Shang Qiaobai feel that he seemed to be a clown who sang a bad show, and he didn't even have the face to say a complaint of "It's really troublesome, as if I offended you".

Angrily, he picked up the salt jar and poured a small half jar of salt into the soup bowl.

Realizing the consequences of doing so, his fingers stiffened slightly, and his eyes moved away from the casserole.

Wen Yan saw his child-like behavior, but he didn't see it, and stepped forward to pick up the soup spoon and stirred it in the casserole a few times, so that the salt would melt evenly.

picked up the soup bowl in front of Shang Qiaobai again, and filled him with a bowl and put it in his hand.

She smiled slightly and asked, "Does the gentleman have any other needs?" If not, I'll sit down and eat. ”

Shang Qiaobai was looking at the bowl of soup bitterly and hatefully, but he dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak.

Hearing her words, I really wanted to roar: "Go hungry!" ”

But Wen Yan is his wife, not his subordinate, and if he really said so, it would be mean.

It will not be good for his reputation if it is spread out, and his family will not allow it.

"Sit down." He struggled to keep his face on face and spoke proudly.

After Wen Yan sat down, he served him rice before serving his own.

When the meal was almost finished, she picked up the soup bowl, filled herself with a bowl of soup, and drank it in small sips.

Shang Qiaobai looked at her for a while, and then drank a bowl, his eyes widened slightly, and he wanted to ask her, "Isn't it salty?" ”

He had just tasted it, and he wanted to cry.

"When did you become so fond of soup?" Seeing that Wen Yan had finished drinking another bowl of soup, and was about to serve the third bowl, Shang Qiaobai couldn't help but ask.

Wen Yan stopped his hand and looked at him softly, but he gave people a sense of oppression for no reason: "I saw that Mr. didn't like to drink today's soup, so I could only finish it by myself." ”

"I made the rice, and it was my fault that it didn't suit my husband's taste, but it was never wasted."

She smiled slightly: "Don't you often say that wasting food is shameful, and wasting food is sinful?" ”

Shang Qiaobai felt that his face was a little hot.

He said uncomfortably: "I just want to let it cool before drinking, you can make a stingy look that you don't want to leave me." ”

When he spoke, he didn't dare to look into Wen Yan's eyes.

I'm afraid of being seen and my heart is empty.

Wen Yan put down the dishes and chopsticks neatly: "So that's the case, I thought wrong sir, you have always advocated not wasting, this time it is my villain's heart, I apologize to Mr." ”

She apologized to Shang Qiaobai very solemnly.

Shang Qiaobai thought that he had regained some face, and he was sad about how he could drink this salty thing.

Hearing her words, I couldn't help but feel ashamed, as if I hadn't won anything, but lost my grace.

"It's okay, you ......" he opened his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Wen Yan didn't seem to see his embarrassment, and said with a natural expression: "Then sir, you eat first, I'll go to the yard to clean up my flowers, and I'll come back to clean up the dishes and chopsticks together later." ”

"Hmm."

Shang Qiaobai wanted to say a few soft words to ease the uncomfortable atmosphere.

Wen Yan turned around and went out early, and his words were stuck in his throat again.

That's it, I don't know what to say anyway.

It's just that I don't know why, when he eats, he can't help but look out the window.

The window facing the dining table just overlooked a corner of the courtyard.

He could occasionally see Wen Yan busy.

"I really don't know those hypocritical things, what is there to raise, vassal elegance."

Shang Qiaobai muttered and complained, he had always disliked smelling the flowers and grass.

felt that she didn't know a few big words, and she hadn't gone to school, but she loved to fiddle with those things that were elegant and literati, so she was too good to follow.

It's just that I don't know how to do it now, but I always feel that Wen Yan is no different from the past, and there seems to be something different.

His gaze couldn't help but glance out the window, looking for the familiar figure.

Thinking about something in his heart, he picked up the soup bowl carelessly and drank it in a big gulp......

It's salty.

Shang Qiaobai's first reaction was to spit it out.

But in his ears, Wen Yan's words suddenly pierced.

"Sir has always advocated no waste."

"It's shameful to waste food, it's sinful to waste food."

It's just that she can't let a woman who hasn't been to school look at the joke.

Shang Qiaobai almost twisted his face before he finished drinking the half pot of soup.

After that, I poured a lot of water to suppress the uncomfortable energy, but my stomach began to rise violently again.

With a little resentment, he rushed out to find Wen Yan.

As soon as the words "...... you" came out, he was stunned by the scene in the courtyard.

At this time, the yard, which was originally full of flowers and plants, and there were flowers and flowers to see at all times, was in a mess and full of potholes.

"What are you doing here?" How can you dig up all the flowers?

He saw that the green plum tree, which had bloomed best last winter, had now been cut off most of its branches, and was lying alone on the ground, and his heart ached.

"The flower is blooming so well, what did you dig it for? I'm still waiting for it to bloom in the winter, and I'll invite my friends to come and enjoy it. ”

Shang Qiaobai opened his mouth full of resentment.

He really didn't understand why Wen Yan liked tossing so much, always removing a few flowers and planting good vegetables from time to time, and pulling out some.

Although after that, those flowers and vegetables seem to have grown better.

Wen Yan heard the voice, patted the mud on his hands, and raised his head to look at him.

is still smiling so gently, as if no matter when, she can find the feeling of quiet years on her face.

Her voice was ordinary but gave people a kind of firmness: "Sir, let's get a divorce." ”

Shang Qiaobai felt that he was hallucinating.

He just heard that Wen Yan told him about divorce......

"What did you say?" His tongue seemed to be knotted, and the sound of his voice was strange to him.

Wen Yan still had the same expression, and patiently repeated: "Sir, let's divorce." ”