It turns out that when you loved me, I was the delicacy of the gods on your lips;
It turns out that when you didn't love me, I was the sole of your feet, the scraps of food that were left behind to cover your shoes.
One day, you wake up and find that I will never wash your hands and make soup for you again, and that my love for you is just like the boring meals that you let cool over and over again, and finally throw them away. Will you remember the slightest bit of how good I used to be?
——Wen Lang
A year after marrying into a wealthy family, Wen Lang became a concubine.
All the good things in the past have now turned into unbearable shortcomings for my ex-husband.
Wen Lang packed up his luggage and left the wealthy villa that was colder than a tomb.
However, Wen Lang was too embarrassed to go home. When he looked back, he didn't have any skills except that he could cook table after table of delicious food.
Wen Langqian went to Huayi and became a cook in a busy city.
Seduced by the delicious food, no matter they were cold, handsome, handsome or charming men, they entered Wen Lang's life one after another, and gradually fell in love with Wen Lang, who was plain, easy-going and had a shallow smile.
However, when Wen Lang's ex-husband, with the power of thunder and pursuit, re-enters Wen Lang's life, how will Wen Lang cook this gourmet feast of love?
(This article is a vulgar fairy tale about a sparrow dressed in the cloak of independence and self-improvement that turned into a phoenix and was expelled from the church. Then it climbed back onto the branches and spread its wings. Please be mentally prepared to be shocked, embarrassed and laughed at~~~~)
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