Sweet Wife in My Arms

“Is this edible? Will it be bitter and awful and poisonous?”

 1The dishes Yan Huan had cooked before were really awful. Although she was good at cooking noodles now, it was hard to predict for the other dishes she cooked.

 Yan Huan took the chopsticks and ate the meal herself. The first one to have a try always needed courage, and her courage derived from her self-confidence. The dishes she cooked must be good.

 This was not self-praise. She could cook well. When she had married Lu Qin, she had wanted to be a capable wife. However, she realized the truth at the last moment.

 If a man never fell in love with you, what you did was vain, ridiculous.

 2Lu Qin didn’t need a capable wife. He needed a stepping stone, he needed money, he needed a woman with a better way to get him out.

 Her mind wandered far away. Suddenly, a large face appeared in front of her eyes.

 Yan Huan was shocked, then she reached her hand up to the big face and made it turn right.

 “Eat your dinner.”

 Yi Ling leaned over with her big face again.

 “Emm…”

 “What are you doing?” Yan Huan reached her hand up pushed Yi Ling’s face away again.

 “Is this delicious?”

 “Not at all.” Yan Huan picked up some vegetables. She hadn’t put it in her mouth yet. Yi Ling sat back waving the chopsticks.

 “If you say it’s not good, it must be delicious; if you say it is good, it must be awful.”

 Yan Huan sighed lightly.

 So what she cooked was awful.

 So, who would want to eat even the plate without chewing, behaving like a pig?

 “Huanhuan, when did you learn to cook? And cook so well? It’s more delicious than the noodles.” Yi Ling was a hungry girl, continuously picking up dishes.

 “It was delicious before, too. You’re just picky.” Yan Huan put a hunk of fish into Yi Ling’s bowl. “Try the fish. We earned a lot this time. We can eat something good.”

 Yi Ling was eating at first, but then she lost her appetite.

 “What’s wrong?” Yan Huan continued to eat. Yi Ling was unhappy before but she was just fine now.

 “Nothing.” Yi Ling was eating the rice in her bowl, with the chopsticks in her hand. ” Huanhuan, I got an opportunity for you as a stuntwoman, which has some acting in the rain. Do you want to do it?” As she spoke, her voice sank. She was so useless that couldn’t even get her a supporting role.

 “I do. Why not? It’s great to earn money. More is better. We need to save money for the new year, right?”

 “But…” Yi Ling’s voice tailed away, ” It’s hard to act in the rain.”

 Yan Huan picked up a grain of rice with her chopsticks and put it her mouth. “I don’t work harder than you. Even if it is a scene that needs to be shot in the rain, you strived for it. No matter how difficult it is, I will do it.”

 Yi Ling almost buried her face into her bowl. At that moment, Yan Huan saw tears dropping from her eyes.

Yan Huan picked up a grain of rice again. The light from the window fell into her eyes. At the moment, it seemed that something changed. Under the veil of mist, her eyes were still clear.

 Sorry, Yiyi, I’m so sorry for what I did in the last life.

 2I always complained about those jobs you accepted for me. I always thought that you did not try your best, that you were useless. When you left I found that I was nobody, without any academic qualification, without acting skills, without backstage supporters. It was almost impossible to get jobs just relying on my outstanding looks alone. I didn’t know how many actresses were scrambling for even just a job as a stuntwoman.