After two years of marriage, the officer husband can’t stand it any longer.

Ye Zhaoyi was working on the stove, and Tao Weiwei leaned on the chair and looked at her mother's back, feeling very at ease.

"Mom, why have I never seen you and dad arguing? Don't you have any differences or conflicts?"

Ye Zhaoyi smiled, "How can there be couples in this world who don't quarrel? How can there be no disagreements or conflicts? It's just that in the hearts of parents, children are the most important thing. We don't want to worry you about family matters and trivial things. . Your father doesn’t have so many requirements for me. As long as I stay with him all the time, it’s all mutually reinforcing. It’s normal to quarrel, but it depends on the reason for the quarrel.”

"What do you mean?" Tao Weiwei was confused.

"It means that only quarreling over unimportant things is called a quarrel. If you quarrel over important things, it's called communication." Ye Zhaoyi stir-fried the noodles in the pot: "It's normal for couples to have differences and conflicts. The key is How to solve it. We will quarrel, but we will never stay in a cold war or let these differences stay overnight. We will definitely explain the problem clearly on the same day and then find a way to solve it."

"So? How are you going to solve these problems?"

"It is to express one's own thoughts frankly and listen patiently to the other party's thoughts. Tolerance, understanding and support for each other. Marriage is a pas de deux, and two people need to cooperate tacitly to dance gracefully. If one person wants to go left , but the other person wants to go to the right, the two people must communicate well and find a direction that is satisfactory to both parties."

"It's that simple?"

"Of course it's not that simple, but if you can do it, the conflicts and differences between husband and wife can be easily resolved." Ye Zhaoyi turned off the heat: "Weiwei, the way a husband and wife get along is like cooking, which requires skills and experience. Yes. Sometimes you have to add a little sugar to adjust the taste; sometimes you have to add a little vinegar to add some texture. Sometimes you have to add a little soy sauce to add some color; sometimes you have to add a little salt to make the taste more layered. But , no matter how you cook, the ultimate goal is to make the ingredients delicious and make the taster feel happy and satisfied.”

Tao Weiwei nodded thoughtfully, "I seem to understand a little, but I don't seem to understand?" She looked very embarrassed: "Then why do I think Nian Nian and Lu Nanchen have never had any conflicts?"

Ye Zhaoyi shook her head: "How do you know what happened between them? Do you have clairvoyance and the ability to read minds? Maybe the two of them resolved their conflicts after the quarrel, as I just said."

"Oh~~" Tao Weiwei parted the clouds and saw the dawn: "But Mom, Beinian has no love experience before, so why can she manipulate Lu Nanchen? Is there really no perfect love in the world?"

Ye Zhaoyi felt that her daughter was so stupid. Wasn't she this confused before?

"I haven't heard a word before. Hu Meizi also needs talent..." She cleared her throat and lowered her voice: "Of course, I'm not scolding Beinian, I'm just giving you an example."

Tao Weiwei picked up a stick of noodles and blew on it: "What should I do if I have no talent?"

"Just get used to it." Ye Zhaoyi spread her hands and said.

"Then what should I do if I can't get along?"

Mother Ye picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board and smiled sarcastically: "Chop him with one knife."

With a bang, the tip of the knife stood upright on the cutting board, and it was three-quarters of the way into the wood. Tao Weiwei swallowed and ate her noodles.

When going to bed at night, Ye Zhaoyi said that she had something to tell Tao Weiwei, and that the mother and daughter wanted to chat. Tao Mingsong was chased to the guest room to sleep, and she kept talking.

"Weiwei, your mother has been sleepwalking recently, so be careful." He deliberately told Tao Weiwei at the door, then turned to look at Lu Changfeng behind him: "Remember to lock the door when you go to sleep, because your mother will run around with a kitchen knife."

After saying that, he went to sleep in the guest room next door. Lu Changfeng looked irritated. His mother-in-law must have done this on purpose. How could he talk about contradictory things with Weiwei after such a disturbance?

Late at night, he tossed and turned in bed unable to sleep, all he could think about was that sentence ~ inappropriate!

It wasn't until late in the night that he smelled a scent of incense, and he fell asleep in a daze. This was the soothing incense specially ordered by Ye Zhaoyi, and the smell drifted in through the crack in the door.

She went downstairs and walked into the kitchen, carrying the sharpest kitchen knife. She thought to herself: You brat, you dare to make my Weiwei suffer. If I don’t teach you a lesson today, my surname will not be Ye!

Even if the daughter didn't say it explicitly, she, as a mother, could notice it. There were also cuts on Tao Weiwei's fingers and a few red spots burned by oil.

Ever since she was little, she had never let her daughter enter the kitchen. She soaked her hands in fresh milk every day. How valuable were her hands? How dare he, Lu Changfeng, treat her like this?

Ye Zhaoyi walked upstairs slowly and walked to the room step by step...

Carefully opening the door with the key, the light from the corridor refracted in, illuminating a weak light. When she saw Lu Changfeng sleeping soundly on the bed, she was filled with anger.

Slowly walking to the bed and sitting down, she stared at Lu Changfeng's face silently. Thinking of her daughter Tao Weiwei's love and dependence on him, she couldn't help but feel heartache.

Lu Changfeng slept deeply because of the soothing incense. Ye Zhaoyi raised the knife in his hand, showed a kind smile, and called softly: "Changfeng."

Lu Changfeng opened his eyes. He saw a disheveled man holding a kitchen knife and subconsciously punched back. Ye Zhaoyi was not a vegetarian. When she was young, she was the national team's martial arts coach. She caught Lu Changfeng's hard fist firmly and threw it over her shoulder with her backhand. He was pinned to the ground and kicked in the waist...

Through the light refracted by the door, he finally saw the person clearly, so he didn't make any counterattack. Instead, he lay on the ground and said in a dull voice: "Mom... what are you doing?"

It feels like my bones are broken!

Ye Zhaoyi put the kitchen knife on his neck and gestured: "Why, why didn't you keep your promise? Don't you remember how you asked me to marry Weiwei to you?"

Lu Changfeng was confused and didn't even understand what his mother-in-law meant?

"Mom, let's sit down and have a good chat. If you don't let go, I will really be disabled."

Ye Zhaoyi was just trying to scare him and teach him a lesson, but she didn't really want to chop him into pieces.

She threw the knife on the ground, picked up Lu Changfeng by his collar, banged him against the wall, and punched him in the face...

Call it a day!

After cleaning up her son-in-law, she left the room like a wandering spirit, not forgetting to close the door before leaving.

Lu Changfeng was so miserable that he couldn't express it. He smashed his teeth and swallowed it. He got up and turned on the light. He put his hands on his lower back and touched his bruised and swollen cheeks. It was really too much. Even if he was beaten for no reason, he couldn't fight back. !

Picking up the kitchen knife on the ground again, I remembered what Tao Mingsong said last night and about Ye Zhaoyi's sleepwalking.

What he least expected was that Ye Zhaoyi was so good at kung fu and so agile, how could he look like someone who was almost fifty years old?