Quench Thirst

At noon, Liang Ying got off work a little late. She hurriedly bought groceries and rushed home to prepare for cooking. Looking at the time, she probably had to go to the work as soon as she finished cooking and couldn't eat more than a few bites. The lunch break in winter is always shorter. Zhao Jianan had gone home a long time ago and was lying on the sofa scrolling through his mobile phone. When he heard her coming back, he complained without raising his head: "Why are you going and why are you back so late? Can you hurry up? I'm already hungry. You're doing it so late. I'll have to catch up with work later..." Liang Ying listened without saying a word. She just put the dishes down and turned around to find a pot to pour some water. I was so busy at work all morning that I didn't have time to drink water. I was also in a hurry all the way back. Now I was so thirsty that I had to be careful when swallowing. When I turned my head, I saw the kettle on the coffee table. It was empty, without even a drop of water. She just boiled the water in the morning. Liang Ying slowly put down the hand holding the cup, and stood not far from the coffee table, motionless, her eyes a little dull. Probably because he hadn't heard anything for a long time, Zhao Jian'an raised his head to look at her, was stunned for a moment, and then asked in a questioning tone: "Aren't you going to cook yet?" Liang Ying pointed to the pot: "Why don't you reheat it after you finish drinking it? Or just leave a little bottom so that I can take a sip." Zhao Jianan looked at her doubtfully: "If you want to drink it, you can just burn it?" Liang Ying looked down at him with no expression at all: "I'm so thirsty now. I have a fever and have to wait for it to cool down. I just want to drink water now. I still have to cook. You go down and buy me a bottle of mineral water." Zhao Jian'an didn't seem to expect that she would make such a request. For a moment, he was not impatient or irritable, but looked at her inexplicably and strangely: "Then you can just wait for a while, do you need me to make a trip?" His tone was very light, and he really felt from the bottom of his heart that such a trivial matter had no meaning at all. However, Liang Ying did not end the conversation, but continued to dwell on this trivial matter: "Then why do you never have to wait when you drink water? Why is there always water when you want to drink water, and then there is water again after you drink it? Why don't you boil the water for you? Why do you have to drink it without leaving any trace? Why do you always have to boil the water when I can't drink it? " Although her tone was calm, her series of questions still seemed aggressive, which completely aroused Zhao Jianan's impatience. He laughed heavily, as if he found it unbelievable and unreasonable, with deep boredom: "Ha, my God, that's it. You have to deal with every little thing... Tsk, who dares to get along with someone like you? You can drink it if you want. It's just such a simple matter. Don't talk about it. It's so cold now that it's good for you to drink hot water. If I come back and let you drink cold water, you'll complain again." Liang Ying smiled. Her throat was still so dry that it was about to burst. She wanted to quench her thirst, but not by drinking water. "Get a divorce." (It's more realistic, not very satisfying, but divorce will happen after marriage, so this man doesn't want it. It mainly talks about how a woman learns to live for herself) Concept: Timidity is a shackles imposed on oneself. Everything is actually not that terrible.