Jian Xi waved her hand, gobbling up her food. "No, it's pretty tasty."
It's just that the flavor might be too clean, lacking the usual liveliness of everyday meals.
After the meal, when the cook came out, everyone was full of praise. "Your husband is really nice. Not only did he personally wash the crayfish for you, but he also instructed me not to add many ingredients."
"No wonder it tastes like it's missing something," Jian Xi muttered.
Si Yuhuan didn't hear her, still basking in the glow of the compliments.
Unable to resist, Wan Yu nudged Jian Xi with her elbow. "Strict family upbringing, huh? It's just that you won't get to taste the most authentic crayfish from now on."
Jian Xi rolled her eyes at her. It wasn't her first time; she was already used to it. What she ate, what she did, what she liked—it was always controlled.
"I'm divorced now, who can control me?" Jian Xi deliberately said it loud enough for Si Yuhuan to hear.
The cook heard this and felt awkward.
