Zimo, let me cook for you

I thought I was lucky not to be called a strong woman. I never thought I would become a angry woman.

However, when Ding Tian suddenly said to me: “You have no end, when did you become such a bitch?

I’ve told you a million times that we can eat out, and if you’re not tired, I’ll be happy.

You’re just a little late, aren’t you?

As for yelling at me like that?

Like a resentful woman!”

What did I just say?

I said, “You left work at 5. Why aren’t you home by 8?

Why is your ass still stuck on the computer chair when the meal is ready?

Why do you always hate my cooking?

Why……”

Yes, I said that. I also want to say that I have a job, and I am tired. Why do I always have to cook instead of you, and you are so ungrateful?

But I didn’t have the strength to say it, because of his last sentence: Just like a resentful woman!

Just like?

No, in his eyes, I’m already a bitch.

I silently turned around and walked to the bathroom, and saw myself in the mirror on the wall: hair casually tied, plain face to the sky some gaunt, the apron left flap on the body still has a few bloodstains, sticking a fish scale.

My tears came down.

I love Tintin. When a woman loves a man, she wants to cook for him. She wants to cook for him.

But I need him to respond to what I do to make it worthwhile, to make it truly enjoyable.

Now, instead of being grateful, he says you’re acting like a bitch.

Ding Tian saw me sad, came to comfort me, he patted me on the shoulder and said: “Go, I take you to eat outside, OK?”

Isn’t that what’s left of my whole table?

I said, “No!”

With a deep sigh, he wandered around the living room for a while and stood behind me. “That,” he said to her, “My unit has something to do. I have to work overtime.”

After the footsteps and the sound of the door closing, the house was calm.

I sat transfixedly on the sofa, looking through the window at a shirtless man cooking in the kitchen of a house upstairs opposite, and my heart suddenly throbbed.

I think of five years ago and Qin Tian.

This is how he used to cook in the kitchen, shirtless, on a hot summer’s day, and serve it happily.

At that time, a South Korean drama called “Daejanggeum” is hot broadcast, so he self-styled way: I am Zi Mo’s royal food kitchen chief.

He was the one who cooked for me. He was the one who was waiting for me to come home.

Now, standing where he was, doing what he had done, I finally understood how he felt.

5 years ago, I was still a student.

One winter night, when my classmates and I were returning from a movie, we saw a crowd at the small stall selling mutton kebabs at the school gate. The smell of mutton and cumin wafted over, enticing us to swallow.

But we are short of money, so I self-deprecating said to the classmate, IF which boy ASKS me to eat ten string of mutton skewers once, I will be his girlfriend.

After I met Qin Tian, on our first date he invited me to eat mutton skewers, not 10 skewers, but 20 skewers.

That day, I felt as dignified as a princess.

I got to know Qin Tian when I applied for a job.

As a fellow countryman, he was very concerned about me and recommended units for me, and we gradually began to come and go.

He is the same age as me, but he works two years before me because he is a specialist.

He works as an accountant in a company and rents an old house of about 20 square meters.

The house was tidy and, like the man himself, had a gentle, clean air.

Soon, because we fell in love, I moved in with him.

My first job was as a planner in a real estate company. The work was very busy and overtime was common. It was difficult for me to leave at 5 o ‘clock and 7 o ‘clock.

Qin Tian’s work is not too busy, the work is close to home, and he likes cooking, so buying food and cooking became his business.

Although I was the most active after work, Qin Tian had been waiting for me for a long time when I got home.

I asked him not to wait for me, he said while heating the cold soup: “Of course, to wait, and you eat together is the most happy thing, a person to eat also find what girlfriend.”

Those were our sweetest days.

As time went on, we had a quarrel, Qin Tian began to complain about my late return.

At that time, I had just jumped ship to a new company as the assistant to the general manager. My work was busier than before. I often got a call in the middle of the night, and I would get the bid book that the company was going to take with me on the business trip the next day.

I socialized more and went home for dinner less and less.

Once, Qin Tian made a portion of bean carp, has been reluctant to eat, put in the refrigerator.

By the time I came back for dinner on the third day, the fish had been left too long to taste good.

“The fish was very fresh,” he said grimly, “but when you wait, it becomes a mummy.”

I was also in a bad mood, so I said: “Anyway, I am not sure whether to come back to eat, you just do your own.

Or you can stop cooking and we can eat out together.”

Qin Tian was very angry: “If we don’t eat together, then what is the meaning of us together?”

“Are we only here to eat?”

I asked.

Qin Tian THROWS DOWN CHOPSTICKS: “DIFFICULT WAY WE TOGETHER IS TO BE ABLE TO SLEEP IN A BED at NIGHT?”

“You look like a resentful husband.”

“I blurted out.

His face hung, and I ignored him.

I think men should struggle outside, stay at home every day to cook what strength ah, like a woman, a hard complain, feel not to be taken seriously, to pick a fight.

At that time, I forgot the sweetness between us, forget the mutton kebabs, egg and tomato soup and bean carp, forget Qin Tian for me.

We ended up breaking up, of course, after I met Diva Ding.

Ding Tian is a man I know at work. He is very different from Qin Tian in his atmosphere and courage.

We worked together for half a year on a big project and always felt attracted to each other when we were together.

My heart gradually grew branches and vines, and finally can not hide, had to tell Qin Tian frankly, with him to say sorry.

I saw Qin Tian shed a tear, that moment I both uneasy and have a slight disdain, a man should not shed tears so easily?

Soon it was said that he had gone to a seaside city.

I tried his cell. It’s no longer active.

I know. He must hate me. What happened between us is history.

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He and I, how similar ${FDPageBreak} he and I, how now, when I asked ding day return on time to dinner with me, when I’m ding said out those with hatred meaning of words, when I don’t think injustice to be understood, when I was a personal tears, I was like, now of I and d day, between repeating five years ago, I and qin day.

When I treated Ding Tian the way Qin Tian treated me, I realized Qin Tian’s mood.

Originally, love is such a kind of reincarnation, in different time, place staged the same play, the joys and sorrows.

Qin Tian once said proudly, “I am the chief steward of Zi Mo’s imperial kitchen.

Zi Mo, please let me cook for you, please give me your stomach and your happiness.”

Qin Tian said happily, “Every time I cook, I am happy. I feel happy when I think that you can eat the food I cooked for you as soon as you get home.”

Qin Tian said angrily, “You don’t care about me at all, because you won’t even give me the tiny happiness of having a meal with me.”

My heart suddenly so ache, in those days Qin Day also so ache?

During our two years together, he did what I do now. He searched the Internet for menus and went shopping, washing and cooking.

Like me, he looked at the clock on the wall and waited for the late man, but all he got was, I ate out;

He must be like me, looking at the table full of leftovers vowed never to cook the next time, but when he sees fresh food, he can’t help but buy it, thinking about what kind of food to cook for his beloved;

He must have felt hurt and wronged by being slighted, as I did…

I’m going to find him, and I’m going to say “I’m sorry.”

I wanted to tell him that I finally understood how he had done so much for me, with such joy and love, and that I had been wrong to ignore him as nothing.

When I was in love with Qin Tian, he took me to a video store opened by one of his friends to play.

I found the store, and when I went in, my friend, who was helping some college students find the hottest American TV series, looked slightly surprised to see me.

I asked him for information about Qin Tian.

He gave me a picture of himself and Qin Tian in front of a hotel.

That’s Qin Tian’s hotel, he said. Look at the name.

I saw “Zi Mo’s royal food” 5 words.

I smiled, thinking of Qin Tian had claimed, is he not forgotten me?

“Go and see for yourself, if you have time.”

Said the friend.

Then he gave me Qin Tian’s address and phone number.

He gave me that picture, too, after a moment’s hesitation.

I asked for leave and found his hotel at 8:30 the next morning in the hot town in the south.

There were so many people in the shop that I could see business was good.

I ordered a bowl of northern bean curd and drank it slowly, imagining how we would look when we saw him later.

Outside the window, a small van stopped, out of the car is Qin Tian.

He’s fat, he’s solid, he’s mature.

At this time, a red figure flew out from the store, is a lively woman, slightly fat.

Together, she and Qin Tian carried vegetables out of the car, fish in black plastic bags, various vegetables in green and white plastic bags and a few live chickens.

The woman took Qin Tian’s hand, smiling so warmly, eyes as bright as sunflower.

It was obvious that she loved him.

As Qin Tian carried things to the back of the kitchen, he looked at me. I lowered my head subconsciously.

I found that, in fact, I was afraid that he would see me, although I had been preparing for this reunion all the way, but at this moment, I was afraid to meet.

At this moment, a little girl staggered to come, the red woman quickly followed: “Zimo, how did you run out!”

She shouted.

I was shocked. Zimo?

Who is she calling?

I looked at her put the little girl in her arms, hurriedly to the back of the walk, loudly shouted: “Qin Tian, I first sent the child foam to the kindergarten.

You’ll have breakfast with me when I get back.”

Then I suddenly realized that Zi Mo must be Qin Tian’s child, and the woman in red was his wife.