Chapter 5 Misunderstanding: I'll make you a bowl of shrimp fried rice.

Zhuang Fuyao lay on the bed, and when she thought of Liang Huaixu's slightly reddened ear tips from his serious demeanor just now, she laughed out loud.

Actually, she'd been feeling quite uncertain lately. The Liang Huaixu of the past was both reserved and possessive; he would subtly flaunt his status as her boyfriend in front of people she knew.

Now, when he sees her on a blind date, he can even calmly exchange pleasantries with her date.

She once wondered if their love had died out completely over the past sixteen years.

But now it seems that as long as she keeps this fire burning bright enough, even stagnant water can be turned into flowing water...

In the room separated by a wall, Liang Huaixu tossed and turned, his mind replaying her every smile and frown.

She added, "Then Professor Liang, please don't turn off the nebulizer so casually in the future."

He knew she was teasing him, but he still felt embarrassed. Unable to sleep, he got up, opened the safe in the walk-in closet, and took out the stack of old plastic photos, which contained solo photos of Zhuang Fuyao and photos of them together.

After carefully wiping away the dust with a dry cloth, he sighed.

An accident like tonight's must never happen again. They're divorced; he needs to maintain boundaries, not be impolite, and not let her see him in a bad light.

We need to be careful, as he is not the only one living on the third floor now.

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The weather is getting even hotter, and the ground is like a dried-out pancake.

Zhuang Fuyao gave the workers a day off and rested at home herself.

When people have free time, they want to eat something.

It has to be said that food delivery is really fast and convenient 16 years later.

She ordered many refreshing fruit teas and asked Aunt Yuan to share them with the others.

Just as she was about to turn back, the doorbell rang again, and a deliveryman in a blue vest stood outside.

"Hello, is this Chen Lian's house?"

"No, you must have sent it to the wrong place."

"Why?"

The deliveryman checked again, "Sorry to bother you again, the delivery address here is indeed Building 3, North District, Boya Bay."

Zhuang Fuyao found it strange and turned to ask the others, "Does anyone know Chen Lian?"

Aunt Yuan was about to say she didn't know him when she suddenly realized, "—Yes, he's my husband's colleague." She came over and signed for the package, saying, "It's here, thank you."

Zhuang Fuyao noticed that the brand logo on the delivery box belonged to a well-known cosmetics brand. After the deliveryman left, she casually asked, "Why was his colleague's stuff delivered here?"

Aunt Yuan: "Miss Chen Lian often sends things to the gentleman. Maybe she mixed them in when she bought things for herself."

Zhuang Fuyao frowned almost imperceptibly.

What kind of relationship do you have with a colleague who frequently sends things home? And how come your housekeeper knows all about it?

It doesn't sound like a normal colleague relationship at all.

After this thought arose, Zhuang Fuyao discovered other unusual things.

For example, those girly cushions, tablecloths that don't match the overall style, and refrigerator magnets with a very homey feel...

The details of this house are so feminine; there's definitely something wrong with it.

Even though they are divorced now, the thought that he might be having an affair with another woman makes her furious.

During dinner, she was in a bad mood and had little appetite. When she was ladling soup, she accidentally dropped the bowl, splashing soup all over the floor.

Aunt Yuan's heart tightened.

Even Young Master Chaoluo couldn't avoid the master's taboo regarding water stains. If he accidentally spilled water on the floor, he would definitely receive a very serious reprimand from the master.

Not to mention the maid who was previously dismissed because of the water stains.

Although I haven't figured out the relationship between Ms. Zhuang and Mr. Zhuang yet, I don't think she'll be an exception.

Aunt Yuan was worried for Miss Zhuang.

"Are you alright?" Liang Huaixu asked anxiously.

Zhuang Fuyao replied with a straight face, "No."

Liang Huaixu breathed a sigh of relief and asked gently, "What's wrong? Did you not like the food today?"

Zhuang Fuyao: "No."

He should have kept quiet, because once he asked, his anger flared up again, just like when he saw Liang Huaixu cheating on him.

Seeing that she was in a bad mood and hadn't eaten much of the food, Liang Huaixu was a little worried. "I'll go make you a bowl of shrimp fried rice."

Aunt Yuan, who was cleaning up nearby, secretly took a breath; she had already been shocked several times.

I was shocked that Miss Zhuang gave Mr. Zhuang the cold shoulder, and I was also shocked that Mr. Zhuang could cook.

It's only because of her professional competence that she was able to remain calm and composed in the face of adversity.

Liang Huaixu washed his hands, put on an apron, and went to the kitchen.

In the past, whenever Zhuang Fuyao had no appetite or felt unwell, he would make her a bowl of shrimp fried rice with seaweed soup.

His cooking skills are average, but he's become quite adept at making these two dishes, and the whole process took no more than twenty minutes.

Soon, steaming hot shrimp fried rice and seaweed soup were served.

Zhuang Fuyao, who had been angry, suddenly felt her eyes sting when she looked at the two dishes. All the heavy emotions she had felt earlier instantly subsided.