I Ended My Ten-Year Marriage with a Bowl of White Porridge

After ten years of marriage, Chen Wan cooked porridge and cut ginger every morning, but her husband never noticed after ten years of marriage. She squatted in front of the stove and picked up broken porcelain for ten years, saved keys for seven years, and bought a 30-square-meter rental house with the money she saved from buying groceries. That morning, he lowered his head to scroll through his cell phone and picked up the entire plate of ginger slices. It turned out that he had never tasted her porridge, just like he had never seen her as a person. She wiped off the scratches from the broken porcelain on her ankle, took out the key, and closed the door. In the rental house, she cooked a pot of white porridge for herself for the first time, and her face was reflected in the bottom of the bowl. There are succulents and gardenias planted on the windowsill, which I never dared to buy before. Zhou Ming began to learn how to cut ginger shreds and cut his fingers; his mother-in-law rolled up her sleeves for the first time because of the burn scar that she had hidden for forty years. But Chen Wan no longer needs their approval. She locked the divorce papers and keys in the drawer and hung the old apron on the balcony. In the dusk, she finished the bowl of porridge that belonged only to her. Ten years of cooking, just to serve myself a bowl of hot food.