Chapter 98: Should I or Shouldn't I? It's Like This

"Um...where's Aunt Zhao?"

Fu Ciyan brought out the crucian carp and tofu soup and placed it on the table:

"Aunt Zhao has something to do in her hometown these two days, so she's back in Hai City. She'll be back in a couple of days. Try it. It's my first time making it, so I don't know if it suits your taste."

Wen Nanxi sat at the dining table suspiciously:

“You are…”

"Are you tired of celebrating your discharge from the hospital? I have something to do this afternoon, so I'll take you out."

Wen Nanxi: ...

I always feel that something is wrong with Fu Ci Yan today.

It seems like something unclean is possessed by me.

She picked up the chopsticks and tentatively picked up a piece of fish-flavored eggplant.

It was unexpectedly delicious.

"You have good cooking skills. Why haven't I seen you cooking before?"

Fu Ciyan felt relaxed and happy after receiving the praise.

"I learned it specifically for someone."

"Someone?"

Wen Nanxi looked at Fu Ci Yan with surprise and confusion in his eyes.

"Um."

Fu Ci Yan smiled with pursed lips, and in a very good mood, he took the crab eight pieces and opened the crab.

Wen Nanxi suddenly felt that these dishes were not so delicious.

Apart from Ji Jiaojiao, there is probably no one else who is worthy of him learning to cook from.

He really loves her to the core.

Fu Ci Yan peeled the crabs with ease, put the crab roe in a small dish, and then peeled the crab meat. After that, he prepared a bowl of sauce and specially added some mustard because Wen Nanxi liked it.

After doing all this, he placed the crab meat in front of Wen Nanxi:

"Crabs are cold in nature. Your period is today, right? You should eat less. I'll make crab roe noodles for you next time."

Wen Nanxi smiled politely, lowered her head and picked at a few celery stalks in the bowl:

"I fainted and froze last time, so my period might be delayed."

There will be no next time between them.

Fu Ciyan felt uncomfortable again, but he didn't know what to say. Seeing that she had no appetite, he asked:

"Why aren't you talking? Is it not to your liking?"

Wen Nanxi put down her chopsticks: "Have you prepared the divorce agreement?"

Fu Ci Yan paused.

"You're eating well, why are you talking about this? I also made you some ginger juice and red dates water to dispel the cold. Dysmenorrhea requires care. I will take good care of you."

Wen Nanxi: "...You know why I came back."

Fu Ciyan lowered his head slightly and put another abalone into Wen Nanxi's bowl:

"This abalone tastes good too. You've been eating too little lately and have lost so much weight."

Wen Nanxi sighed: "Fu Ciyan, we have to face it, don't we?"

Fu Ciyan stopped talking, and when he looked up again, his face was full of bitterness:

"Is it necessary to divorce?"

Wen Nanxi looked into his eyes, without any softness in her heart, only seriousness:

"Yes, we must."

Fu Ci Yan was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and took a sip of the crucian carp and tofu soup.

He made this soup very carefully, picking the freshest crucian carp with seeds. He knew Wen Nanxi disliked fishy smell, so he specially marinated it with wine.

When he was frying the fish, he didn't wipe off the water, and the splashing oil burned his wrist and formed a blister.

He was silent for a long time, and the fish was almost burnt.

It really hurt, but Wen Nanxi suffered second-degree burns from his sister.

How painful that must be...

"That burn that day...it must have been painful."

Wen Nanxi was a little confused by his nonsensical words and replied subconsciously:

"Yeah, it hurts."

It hurt more than all the times Fu Ci Yan had hurt her.

It was this pain that made her decide to let go.

She had suffered enough from the suffering Fu Ci Yan had caused her.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you the other day..."

Wen Nanxi curled her lips:

"I was in so much pain at the time that I passed out before I could react to what you said. It didn't do any harm."

Fu Ci Yan felt a pang of pain in his heart, but Wen Nanxi looked calm and didn't show any resentment towards him at all.

"Why don't you blame me?"

Wen Nanxi frowned slightly and looked at him puzzledly:

"We're about to get divorced, is it necessary?"

The topic returned to divorce. Fu Ci Yan looked at the cold food, which was just like the cold relationship between them, which could never be warmed up again.

"I always feel that we shouldn't have ended up like this."

Wen Nanxi: "It shouldn't be like this, it's already like this, let's cut the losses in time."

What a timely stop loss.

Fu Ciyan felt extremely bitter in his heart:

"Then on this last day, can you listen to my arrangements?"

Wen Nanxi nodded: "Okay."

Just consider it a decent farewell.

Wen Nanxi looked out the window. It had snowed again yesterday. The yard was covered in white. The sunlight shone on the snow, reflecting colorful light.

She held a bowl of ginger and red date water in her hand. The water was steaming and slightly spicy. She added some brown sugar to cover it up. Although she didn't like it very much, she could accept it.

She didn't want to drink it at first, but she had been feeling a slight pain in her lower abdomen for the past two days, which was a sign of her period. She decided to drink something to be on the safe side, otherwise she would be the one suffering from the dysmenorrhea.

Fu Ci Yan was busy in the kitchen, tidying up the pots and pans. Although he was only wearing a shirt and an apron, his broad shoulders and narrow waist were still very eye-catching.

He is very serious about everything he does, which is also one of the reasons why Wen Nanxi likes him.

He is very good, but unfortunately he has someone else in his heart and is not her hero.

Fu Ciyan quickly cleaned up the kitchen and came out with a hat, scarf, and gloves:

"Let's go out and build a snowman."

Wen Nanxi was slightly stunned when he looked at the equipment: "Oh, okay."

It’s not actually too cold today, but Wen Nanxi still shivered when he opened the door.

She is really afraid of the cold.

Fu Ci Yan had already walked out with the tools in his hand. Looking at his back, Wen Nanxi's expression relaxed a little.

Just treat it as the last time I spend with him.

In fact, Wen Nanxi was not very good at making snowmen. Most of the time she stood aside and watched Fu Ci Yan roll the snow into a ball.

"Baby, go get a carrot."

Hearing this, Wen Nanxi was in a trance for a moment.

They did the same thing two years ago and built their first snowman.

But that snowman was made by her, just a pile of snow, a bit ugly, not as beautiful as the one now.

"What are you standing there for? Are you cold?"

Fu Ci Yan took off his gloves and gently covered Wen Nanxi's little face with them.

They were so close that they could hear each other's heartbeats.

Wen Nanxi took a step back, rejected Fu Ci Yan's approach, turned around, took the carrot, and stuck it into the snowman's nose.

With eyes made of two grapes, it looks a bit naive.

"Why do you seem a little absent-minded? I remember the first snowman we built that year. You were so happy. You said you wanted to build snowmen with me for many years."

Fu Ci Yan's eyes were filled with memories. That winter was even colder, and the roads were blocked by heavy snow.

He stared at the snow outside the window in a daze. Wen Nanxi took out his gloves and pulled him to make a snowman, his eyes full of joy.

He no longer remembered what the snowman looked like because all his attention was on Wen Nanxi.

But he didn't get a reply, the atmosphere between them was colder than that of the snowman.

After a long while, he took Wen Nanxi's hand and said softly:

"Okay, it's a bit cold, let's go back first. If you like it, we can come back next time. Winter is still long."

Wen Nanxi fell behind and said:

"Fu Ciyan, it's not me who likes to build snowmen, it's Ji Jiaojiao."