If he continued to treat her like this, it wouldn't be unacceptable. Cuihua ate half a plate of eggs while thinking about her worries.

When Feng Jianjun served the rice and carried it out of the kitchen, he saw that half of the scrambled eggs had been eaten by Cuihua. His brows frowned slightly, but he was not angry. Cuihua had indeed worked hard today, so he just ate a little. He still had to play in the evening.

He placed a bowl of rice in front of Cuihua, sat opposite her, picked up the dishes and started eating. After a while, the simple meal of three dishes and one soup was finished by the two of them.

After dinner, Feng Jianjun didn't want to wash the dishes, but when he saw Cuihua had no intention of cleaning the table, he smiled and stood up to clear the table. "Okay, I'll wash the dishes. I'll indulge you this once today. Let's see what happens tonight."

After all, he is fifty years old, and his physical strength and energy are not as good as they were more than ten years ago. While cooking, Feng Jianjun thought about not playing tonight, but just sleeping and resting to replenish his physical strength. However, seeing Cuihua being so presumptuous, he felt a little angry. This woman still couldn't be slept with by him!

Today, with rapid development, there are many tools available for people who enjoy certain hobbies. But back then, these advanced tools weren't available. But human ingenuity is boundless. They invented their own "alternatives." Feng Jianjun, who's washing dishes now, is thinking about these alternatives as he does so.

Cuihua, who knew nothing, was still sitting at the dining table, waiting for Feng Jianjun to finish washing the dishes and come out to talk. After five or six minutes, Feng Jianjun, who had even wiped the stove clean, came out of the kitchen humming a little tune.

When I saw Cuihua's child didn't move from where she was eating, I knew she was waiting for me to say something.

"Cuihua, what's the matter?"

"Feng Jianjun, let's have a good talk."

"Okay!" Feng Jianjun agreed cheerfully. They had to have a good talk. In fact, he also wanted to have a good talk. If Cuihua could obey him after the talk, he could save a lot of effort.

He pulled out a chair beside the dining table and sat down looking at Cuihua, meaning to let Cuihua speak first.

"Feng Jianjun, I can't accept your behavior today. I don't think I've done anything wrong. If you continue to treat me like this, let's get a divorce now! I can't accept my husband hitting me, and I can't accept you locking me up at home and not letting me go to work. I've already divorced once, and I don't mind getting divorced again."

Feng Jianjun listened to Cuihua's words, and the smile on his face did not fade. He was still smiling: "So, what do you think your ideal home is like?"

Following Feng Jianjun's questioning, Cuihu regretted that she should have made her requirements clear before getting married, so that she would not be in such a passive situation now.

"In my ideal, you would love me very much," Feng Jianjun nodded in agreement. Cuihua was right. He would definitely love her very much in the future.

"This home belongs to both of us, so we need to share the chores equally. I can't do it all by myself." Feng Jianjun nodded again. He could accept this. After all, he had lived alone for over a decade, so doing some housework was fine. As for whether he wanted to do it in the future, that would depend on his mood.

Cuihua looked at Feng Jianjun and nodded again, a smile already on her face. She knew Feng Jianjun was just trying to scare her this morning, but isn't he being honest? She said she'd chosen a good husband.