Chapter 2050: Chapter 2052: Jiang Nuan vs. Fu Yi 53

Half an hour later, Jiang Nuan came out of the kitchen holding a plate.

"All right, dinner is ready."

She had been hungry all day and was already exhausted. After placing the food on the table, she immediately pulled out a chair and sat down, distributing the bowls and chopsticks.

"Given the limited conditions here, I didn’t have many ingredients. I just made two simple dishes. Make do with them."

She wasn’t just being polite. On the table, there was only a plate of stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts, a plate of braised tofu, and a tomato soup. Indeed, as she said, they were merely simple home-cooked dishes.

Even the colors were bland and monotonous.

Jiang Nuan served herself a bowl of rice, thought for a moment, and then put down her bowl to serve rice into his bowl.

"Let’s eat. You probably haven’t eaten either."

He had been busy overseeing construction on-site all afternoon, surely hadn’t eaten anything, and came in with a smell of alcohol. She wondered what his assistant was doing, why they didn’t advise him against it.

Jiang Nuan muttered in her heart.

Then she felt she was being overly concerned for no reason.

What does it matter to you whether he eats or drinks?

Why are you worrying over nothing?

With that thought, she buried her head and began to eat.

Back in China, she could at least be considered a privileged girl. Although not the most cherished child in her family, she never lacked food or clothing.

The family employed servants to do household chores; she only needed to be carefree and focus on her studies.

Later, after getting married early and moving to the Rose Garden, she had even less need to do laundry or cook. The Fu family’s servants outnumbered her own family’s staff.

Plus, someone was a cleanliness freak and a control maniac; every nook and cranny of the house was spotless. The chef was a Cantonese cuisine master brought specifically from Shanghai. She only needed to eat and sleep. This lifestyle continued until she went abroad alone, and it was then that she learned how tough it was to live by herself.

She needed to clean the house, do laundry and cook, pay utility bills, and occasionally, when appliances broke down, she had to dismantle and fix them herself.

Initially, she couldn’t handle it and broke down crying on the floor.

Crying so hard she could barely catch her breath, almost fainting; she realized that after crying, things still needed to be done. No one would do it for her just because she cried. From then on, she learned to do laundry, cook, clean the room, buy groceries, and fix pipes herself...

Jiang Nuan was originally very hungry, but recalling those hard times, she suddenly lost her appetite, and counting grains of rice became her distraction.

A piece of meat suddenly appeared in her bowl. She looked up and met the man’s eyes.

"Why aren’t you eating?"

Jiang Nuan didn’t want to take that piece of meat, so she simply put down the bowl. "You didn’t eat either."

Fu Yi was silent for a moment.

"If I eat, will you eat?"

"..."

Do these two things really have to be connected?

Jiang Nuan was in a daze, and then she saw him pick up his chopsticks. The ebony chopsticks, held in his elegantly jointed hand, seemed to have enhanced quality.

He picked up a piece of tofu and began to eat.

Jiang Nuan took a deep breath, feeling even less inclined to eat.

"Fu Yi." She put down her bowl and chopsticks and suddenly said, "Why don’t we talk."

The man eating with his head down had a low tone, "If you want to talk to me about divorce, you’d better eat early. I don’t want to talk."

Jiang Nuan’s eyes showed a hint of confusion. If they weren’t talking about divorce, did they have anything else to discuss?

She thought she was just asking herself this in her heart, but to her surprise, her mouth was faster than her brain, and she blurted it out unconsciously.

Fu Yi put down his chopsticks, lifted his eyelids to look at her. It seemed that the alcohol had sobered a lot, "Let’s talk about your time abroad, how you’ve been all these years, where you were, why you didn’t call me, and whether you met anyone who made you want to divorce me."

The last question he squeezed out through his teeth, holding his breath.

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