Women must be brave and tenacious

Chapter 025 Does it sound familiar?

Paco stared at Vivian blankly, not hearing what she said at all, his eyes full of disbelief and surprise. He had never realized that his wife was so charming.

Knowing Paco was home, Vivian wore her new home clothes instead of pajamas. She'd decided to treat herself well, so she bought things based on her taste, not just the price. Vivian has excellent taste, so her clothes are all excellent in style, material, and workmanship.

What's so good about this dress? It's only good for one thing: it suits Vivian perfectly. It brightens her up a bit, and coupled with her fresh-awake laziness, she looks incredibly alluring. Just like a ripe apple on a branch, you can't help but want to take a bite.

Paco had hated Zixuan for a long time, having long forgotten how beautiful Vivian had once been in his eyes. Now, he suddenly realized that Vivian was so beautiful that his heart beat faster. Unlike the beauty he had when he and Vivian were in love, the beauty now was mature and elegant.

Especially those feet, which look so white and tender in the dark slippers, and seem like smooth and delicate tofu in the morning light. There is no color on the little toes, but they are more imaginative than those bright colors created artificially.

From head to toe, she was beautiful. Her long, wavy hair, especially, made the whiteness of Vivian's neck appear even brighter. Because Vivian used to care for her daughter and husband, never going out for a stroll, her skin was much fairer. However, her skin, once pale, was now tender and fair; it was a stark difference.

It should be said that the money spent at the beauty salon was not wasted.

Paco's mind flashed to Xiao Liu. He knew without even comparing them that Vivian was much prettier than Xiao Liu, and a wave of regret crossed his mind. However, the baby in Xiao Liu's belly ultimately prevailed, keeping him from doing anything he would regret.

The marriage still had to be divorced, but he really felt a sense of reluctance in his heart.

Vivian frowned slightly. "Paco, you don't want me to cook for you, do you? You've been eating my cooking for years and I'm tired of it. I don't want to make it difficult for you. Look, you should be free now, right? You have to go to the company at nine o'clock. Just go in there."

Paco finally reacted: "Ah, that..." For a moment he felt a little ashamed for his lustful thoughts about Vivian: "I went to cook, but I didn't know what you and Rick wanted to eat, and I wanted you to sleep a little longer, so I didn't wake you up. You're not feeling well, you need more rest."

He stood up, and the pain in his waist almost made him groan: "Vivian, what do you want to eat?"

Vivian said calmly, "Rick hasn't had lean meat and vegetable porridge in a while. If you go out to buy groceries now, you'll definitely find some very fresh ones. By the time you come back and cook, it'll be time for Rick to get up. Um, remember to buy some shrimp, and make sure they're all alive. Also, buy a couple of extra vegetables, and fresh fruit too. Remember not to buy anything out of season; it won't taste good."

She yawned after she finished speaking. "The wholesale market is full of good stuff at this time of year, and they're cheap. Go early and come back early so Rick doesn't miss school. I'm going to get some sleep first."

Paco watched Vivian close the door, and suddenly the scene felt so familiar. It was as if he had told Vivian the same thing before, except that going to the wholesale market wasn't his idea. It was Vivian who discovered that going early meant the food there was really fresh and good, and many of the products were grown by the farmers themselves.

Later on, he took it for granted and was even picky about what Vivian bought. Well, every day after he said what he wanted to eat, he would go back to sleep because it was only a little after four in the morning.

But today, he and Vivian's positions had been reversed. He went to the wholesale market to buy groceries, while Vivian went back to sleep. He felt a little uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. A grown man went to the market to buy groceries and then came back to cook - how could this be a man's thing?

He remembered being caught by his father while cooking with Vivian and being scolded. The kitchen was not a place for men. But now he could only endure it for a while, even if it meant staying up all night. In order to get Vivian to agree to go to the provincial capital for medical treatment, he could only drag himself to the wholesale market.

There were quite a few people in the wholesale market, but many were selling things, and many stalls didn't even sell retail. By the time he finally bought everything, more than an hour had passed. Since he had to walk through the market, he was sweating profusely, and now not only his back ached, but his legs were also aching.

When people are tired, they are naturally in a bad mood. Paco came back with a big bag of things, but he couldn't open the door to get in because Vivian had changed the lock. He could only ring the doorbell. He rang the doorbell for almost twenty minutes, and had to make several phone calls during this time, before Vivian lazily opened the door.

Paco was already furious. Just as he was about to ask Vivian if she did it on purpose, he saw Vivian accusing him with a face that was not a nose or a face: "Why are you pressing it? Don't you know I'm sleeping?"

"You changed the lock, where do I get the key?" Paco was furious. He had been busy since last night until dawn, and he had to go out to buy groceries without a break. When he came back and rang the doorbell without a key, Vivian scolded him - she really thought he, Paco, was not a dish.

Vivian frowned. "No keys? Why don't you ask me for them before you go out? Do you have any brains, Paco? Everyone knows you need to bring your keys when you go out! And you're still yelling, what are you yelling for? Hurry up and cook. What if Rick wakes up and has nothing to eat? Also, make him some tea before you cook."

Paco was so angry that he couldn't speak for a moment. After a while, he squeezed out: "Vivian, is this what you said human language? You want to play..."

Vivian looked at him and her expression suddenly changed. All her impatience and annoyance disappeared, leaving only calmness on her face. "Don't you think those words sound familiar? You know that's not human language. Ah, I thought you didn't know. I just made you wait for almost twenty minutes, and what about you? It's common for you to make me wait for half an hour, right? I just forgot my keys."

"We have kids at home, and Rick always likes to play with the things in my bag, as you know. I usually check it before I go out, but time is too tight when I go out to buy things in the morning. I'm afraid of delaying the kids from school or you from work, and I also want you and your daughter to have a good meal, so I'm always in a hurry when I go out."

"Besides, there were a few times when you took my keys and used the nail clippers hanging on them without telling me. After Rick went to bed, I checked and thought the keys were in my bag. I rushed out in the morning, but came back and couldn't get into the house. Why did you yell at me when you opened the door when I rang the doorbell?"

Vivian looked at his calm face and tone, "I thought you couldn't hear the doorbell in the bedroom, and you ignored my calls. Today, I know you can hear the doorbell in the bedroom, and whether you open the door or not is just a matter of willingness. Actually, I was just a little impatient today, and I didn't yell at you."

"Also, even though it's the same words, your tone is so much worse than mine. You can't forget that you used to yell at me, and you would keep losing your temper all the way to the dinner table. Sometimes you wouldn't even give me a good look the entire day." Vivian turned around and stretched. "You, you're much luckier today."

Paco could no longer vent his anger and muttered, "Did I really say those bullshit?" He really did say it, but how could he admit it now?

Vivian didn't look back. "It's not exactly the same, because when you were yelling and mad, you asked me to grind coffee for you. You always like freshly ground coffee. Come to think of it, I like tea. You really felt a lot more relaxed this morning." She walked to the bathroom. "Hurry up, or Rick will go to kindergarten hungry. She doesn't like the breakfast there."

Paco walked into the kitchen with a dark face, washed vegetables, cut meat, and was busy for nearly an hour before cooking the rice porridge. Then, without waiting for Vivian to say anything, he served it on the dining table.

Just then, Rick came out after washing his face. He forced a smile on his face and said, "Come, Daddy's little princess, come and try the meal Daddy cooked for you. Is it delicious? It's your favorite lean meat and vegetable porridge. Come here quickly."

Rick looked at him doubtfully, but let Paco carry her to the dining chair. At this time, Vivian also came over and sat down, looking at Rick and said, "Come on, try it."

"It's not tasty. Not as good as what my mom makes." Rick frowned. "It's not fragrant at all."

Vivian's brows raised. "Paco, what can you do? You can't even cook porridge properly! How can porridge be flavorful without salt? And you're just standing there watching. What are you looking at? Why can't you even get some salt? If the child is stunted due to malnutrition, huh, I wonder how you'll ever let him call you dad."

Paco's face turned the color of liver: "Vivian, don't go too far..."

"Did I go too far?" Vivian looked at Rick and said, "Tell Dad, was Mom's words too much?"

Rick raised his head, his two big eyes full of innocence: "Dad, this is what you used to say to Mom. Not only Mom would say it, but Rick would also say it word for word - Vivian, you are really unbearable. You can't even cook a meal..." She imitated Paco's words and even the tone was three-quarters similar.

"Before, you scolded Mom and left, so I used these words to make Mom laugh." Rick looked at him and said, "Mom, it's not right to say that. Just add more salt. But before Mom apologizes, shouldn't you apologize to Mom first? You scold Mom many more times."

Vivian looked at him. "Rick and I were playing with your words just to prevent the children from being scared."