My name is Chen Yu, a food and travel anchor.
On the day I was recording my divorce variety show, my husband, a lawyer who had been separated for three years, showed up with his marriage certificate to "make trouble".
He said I was his legal spouse.
I said I won't record this show.
Then I dragged my suitcase to five cities and filmed five food blockbusters.
The result?
By Nan Yunyue Lake, he looked at me with a telescope at the inn opposite.
In the Jiangzhou night market, he squeezed in the crowd and handed me yogurt to wipe the corners of my mouth.
On Nishihara Grassland, he fell off his horse and still smiled at me.
In the snowy village in the north, he patted Nuan Baobao on my lower back and said, "Your chin is frozen."
In the southern rain forest, he blocked a snake for me and then kissed me.
The barrage went from "locked to death" to "welded to death", from "divorce variety show" to "please remarry".
But I just wouldn't let go.
Why? Three years ago, when he said, "You are free, come to me for divorce," he didn't even discuss it with me.
Later, he went to the casserole shop on the back street of the university and ordered a bowl of tomato beef brisket.
The landlady asked: "Did you bring your girlfriend with you this time?"
He said, "Bring your wife."
As I held the bowl, the heat from the tomato soup smeared the lenses of my glasses.
He said: "Chen Yu, I won't chase you anymore. Come back for dinner, okay?"
... Okay.
But you have to add a bowl of rice.
