She divorced with her property, and her ex-husband chased her around the world

Shang Manyue rubbed his eyes. Was she wrong?

"Mr. Huo, is my noodles... delicious?" she asked hesitantly.

The hot noodles on the lower abdomen relieved Huo Jingbo's stomach pain, and his mood improved a lot. He replied, "Not bad."

"??"

Just now Shang Manyue suspected that there was something wrong with her eyes, and now she had to wonder if there was something wrong with her ears as well.

As the saying goes, if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach.

In those three years, she spent all her time studying Huo Jingbo's taste, but no matter how good she was, his evaluation was always "average", and only once, she gave it an "ok".

Shang Manyue was actually quite frustrated, but after thinking about it, Huo Jingbo was the eldest young master after all. He had eaten so many dishes cooked by chefs since he was a child. It was normal for him to be naughty, so she would just keep up her efforts.

Until one time when she went to the company to deliver meals, she happened to see Jiang Xinrou being delivered a love lunch box.

Huo Jingbo didn't even eat before he said to Jiang Xinrou on the other end of the phone, "Everything you give is delicious."

She stood at the door and listened, feeling like a clown.

It turned out that it wasn't that what she cooked didn't taste good and didn't suit his taste, but that she was not the one he loved, and no matter how good she was, he couldn't look down on her.

From then on, she didn't want to cook for him. A dog wasn't worthy of eating the food she cooked, so when she made the noodles just now, she didn't even add any seasoning.

What did he say?

not bad?

Shang Manyue suddenly fell into self-doubt. Is she crazy, or is she crazy?

Practice brings true knowledge. She suddenly snatched the chopsticks from Huo Jingbo's hand, picked up a few noodles and put them into her mouth. The next second, she frowned and spit them out.

"It has no taste at all. How did you get such a good rating?"

She was very dissatisfied. Every meal she had cooked in the past was a hundred times and a thousand times more delicious than this casual noodle, okay?

"Shang Manyue, you say it's good but you still dislike it?"

Huo Jingbo really didn't understand what was going on in her mind right now. She wouldn't be happy if it said it wasn't delicious, but wouldn't she be happy if he praised her?

"I just want to know why this face caught the attention of your eldest young master." Shang Manyue sat up straight and stared at him with her dark eyes.

His posture seemed like he would not sleep tonight unless he gave me an explanation.

Huo Jingbo didn't understand that she was fine, but suddenly she insisted on being more serious about it, and even said that he was sick. He thought she was also very sick.

As for why he thinks this noodle is good, maybe it’s because he’s been hungry all day and whatever he eats tastes delicious, or maybe it’s...

Some thoughts flashed through his mind, and he was inexplicably irritated. He didn't want to think about it in detail, so he responded casually, "I spent 10,000 yuan on noodles, and I have to make it worth the money."

The faintly dancing light in Shang Manyue's eyes instantly went out again.

See, she's overestimating her abilities again.

How could Huo Jingbo think it tastes delicious just because she made it?

Thinking about how he dismissed so many delicious things for him for free before, now that he is being asked to spend money, he can eat a bowl of plain noodles with gusto.

For a moment, she laughed to herself, "It's free, but it won't be cherished."

"What are you muttering about?" Huo Jingbo didn't hear her words clearly and glanced at her with his dark eyes.

Shang Manyue was full of resentment towards him and said with a smile on his face, "I said, the money is going to be short, I should ask for 50,000 yuan."

"...Can you please stop talking about money?"

Even though Huo Jingbo knew that this woman just liked money, he couldn't afford it, but she always talked about it, which made him very irritated and uncomfortable.

It was as if... apart from money, she had no other feelings for him.

Shang Manyue was clearing away the dishes. When she heard his words, she actually laughed out loud. She looked him up and down and asked, "Mr. Huo, if I don't talk about money with you, do I still want to talk to you about my heart?"

This smile made Huo Jingbo's stomach, which was already feeling better, throb again. He frowned and emphasized: "Shang Manyue, I am your husband. If you don't talk to me, who do you want to talk to?"

When he said the last few words, his voice was low and gloomy.

Shang Manyue nodded, "Well, my husband, whose heart is with another woman, how should I talk to you?"

In the past three years, hasn't she talked enough?

It once topped the list of digging wild vegetables.

Huo Jingbo was speechless.

Shang Manyue was already used to this. She said no more, put away the dishes and chopsticks in silence, and then went back to her room.

She lay back on her bed and closed her eyes.

Shang Manyue didn't know when Huo Jingbo would come back or even if he would come back. When she opened her eyes, it was already dawn.

She glanced at the bed, but the dog wasn't there.

After waiting to go to the mountain to pay homage to his parents, Shang Manyue did not stay in bed. He stood up quickly, rolled up the quilt and put it on the bed. Then he put on a hairband and went to the toilet outside to wash up.

Breakfast has been prepared, and it is all Shang Manyue's favorite food, made by the breakfast stalls pushing trolleys outside.

She pulled up a chair and sat down. When she smelled the aroma, she felt filled with happiness. Food is indeed the most healing thing.

Shang Manyue grabbed a fried dough stick, took a bite, and paired it with a mouthful of soy milk, her energy returned.

She gave Sister Wu a big heart sign, "Sister Wu, you better understand me, it's so delicious~"

Sister Wu smiled and shook her head, "I don't dare to take credit this time. These breakfasts were bought by my uncle when he heard that you like to eat them and went out early in the morning. You should show your appreciation to him."

"Ahem..." Shang Manyue choked, her dark eyes widening as she looked at the expressionless man beside her.

The last time he saw her buying breakfast on the roadside at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, she still remembered the look in his eyes that wanted to kill her.

Doesn't he dislike her eating these messy things the most, and now he actually takes the initiative to buy them for her to eat? It's broad daylight, is a ghost possessed?

Huo Jingbo seemed to know what she was thinking. He glanced sideways at her and lightly pursed his lips: "Don't you like to eat?"

"..." What a ghost.

However, the old lady and Sister Wu were both there. No matter how many questions Shang Manyue had, she had to suppress them first. She squeezed out a "sweet" smile and said, "Thank you, husband."

Sister Wu winked and smiled, "Old lady, look how much my uncle loves us, can you rest assured?"

Old Mrs. Shang nodded repeatedly, smiled so much that her dentures almost fell off, and said with great relief: "You two have a good relationship, so I feel relieved."

After breakfast, Shang Manyue and Huo Jingbo went up the mountain and came to the tomb of Shang's father and Shang's mother. They were buried together.

She stared at her parents' voices and smiles in the photo, and even though a long time had passed, her eyes still turned red unconsciously.

What a happy girl she would have been if her parents had not died.

Maybe, she would not have met Huo Jingbo, let alone marry him, so that she would be bruised and bruised by love.

Shang Manyue did not call out to Huo Jingbo, but knelt down and kowtowed three times.

If it weren't for the old lady's suspicion, she wouldn't have wanted to bring him here.

When the man saw this, his black eyes narrowed deeply. He stared at the back of her cold head and said with a little dissatisfaction, "Shang Manyue, why don't you introduce me?"

Shang Manyue is confused. What sense of presence does he have here? Don't make her slap him in front of her parents!

Huo Jingbo urged, "Hurry up."

Shang Manyue resisted the urge to roll her eyes, not wanting to start an argument in front of her parents' graves, but finally spoke.

"Dad, Mom, he is Huo Jingbo, my ex-husband."