Zhou Jinshen, unexpectedly knows how to cook.

He refused my request, as well as the requests of two aunts, to enter the kitchen. He personally took charge and made a table full of hard dishes.

The Longjing shrimp was green and dripping, the West Lake vinegar fish had a bright color, and the Dongpo pork was fatty but not greasy.

While my appetite was aroused, I couldn't help but ask, "

Mr. Zhou, how does your wife's weight compare to mine?"

He personally selected the most beautiful piece of meat and placed it in my bowl, smiling, "Slightly plumper than Miss Yun."

Implied meaning: Let me gain some weight to resemble her more.

Well, it's not the first time I've gained weight for work!

After enjoying a sumptuous feast, I patted my stomach and sighed, "

Mr. Zhou, I didn't expect you to manage a thousand affairs a day and still have this skill. Today's table of dishes is comparable to a state banquet. Do you often cook for your loved one? Being your loved one must be fortunate."

Upon hearing this, he didn't respond to me but suddenly coughed.

His eyes turned red from coughing.

He picked up a shrimp and put it in his mouth, chewing it like wax.

"During all those years with her, I never cooked a meal for her."

"She liked sweet and sour spare ribs. One time, she caught me making sweet and sour spare ribs and was very happy, but in reality, that meal was for another woman."

"Later, Aunt Chen told me that she never wanted to eat sweet and sour spare ribs again. Tears would well up in her eyes at the mere sight of it."

"After she left, I've always regretted why I didn't see my own heart clearly back then."

"If I had another chance, I would make the things she likes every day."

"Miss Yun, do you think she would forgive me?"

This is the first time Zhou Jinshen has taken the initiative to speak and shared his past with me.

This was the glamorous gossip I had been longing to hear.

However, for some reason, after he revealed it, I didn't feel the slightest excitement of hearing gossip.

Instead, I felt a sense of oppression in my chest.

Strangely enough, I even started to dislike Zhou Jinshen a little.

So, Zhou Jinshen wasn't all that great to his late wife.

What's the point of being so emotional after someone has died? Does it move oneself?

Realizing that this relationship might not be as beautiful as I imagined was like a blow to the head.

I lost my appetite, and my enthusiasm for pleasing my boss also waned.

"I don't really understand other people's thoughts."

Zhou Jinshen seemed to not understand that I was avoiding the question and continued to ask, "What about you?"

I lowered my head and fiddled with the rice, thought for a moment, and finally answered honestly, "

To be honest, we're all adults now. There's no such thing as starting over from scratch. The people who are alive have to live well, that's what matters."