Chapter 310: Chapter 310: French Cuisine

Su Meixi originally wanted to ask if she liked Ah Sun, but then she felt she shouldn’t be too nosy, so she simply decided not to ask.

…

The next day, Wang Bing received a message from Chen Shu saying that they could go get their divorce certificate now.

Wang Bing took a leave of absence and made a special trip there.

By the time she arrived, Chen Shu was already waiting there.

Seeing Wang Bing, Chen Shu’s eyes were red with reluctance to part with her.

Wang Bing also felt uncomfortable in her heart, thinking that what was once a loving couple had to be separated because of their inability to have children.

Sometimes Wang Bing wondered if everything would have been resolved if she could have gotten pregnant.

But the answer was no.

If she had given birth, maybe her mother-in-law would have insisted on having a boy, and even if it was a boy, the mother-in-law would surely move in under the guise of taking care of her and her grandson, meddling in everything, eventually favoring the grandson over the daughter-in-law, leaving her and Chen Shu forced to part ways.

Better a short pain than a long one.

“Did you bring the documents?” Wang Bing asked Chen Shu.

“Got them all.” Chen Shu said.

“Then let’s go in and take a number.”

“Okay.”

Today wasn’t any special day; there were as few couples getting married as there were getting divorced, and after waiting for just two pairs it was their turn.

The couple ahead of them had been arguing from the moment they walked in.

The woman said: “Had I known divorcing was this satisfying, I would’ve come two years earlier.”

The man said: “Yeah, why didn’t we divorce sooner? I must have been blinded by lard to have set my sights on someone like you, with neither figure nor looks.”

“Hmph, not only are you lacking in looks and figure, but you’re also small-sized. Do you know why there are no black condoms? Because black makes things look slimmer on others, but on you, it’s like they disappear completely.”

“Zhang Aihua, do you know why I don’t love you? It’s because you always attack me personally!”

“As if you’ve never attacked me!”

“…” The staff member could no longer bear listening and barked, “Are you two going to proceed or not?”

Both put up a strong front internally, but complied meekly with the staff, immediately quieting down.

Wang Bing actually felt relieved; she and Chen Shu hadn’t argued, both wanting to keep their dignity, knowing that they couldn’t stay together and choosing to peacefully separate.

…

After leaving the civil affairs bureau, they got their divorce certificates.

It was late spring, a time of frequent rains. It was cloudy when they arrived, and now a light rain was drizzling down.

Wang Bing didn’t bring an umbrella, and Chen Shu subconsciously offered his own to her.

“No need, we’re no longer husband and wife. If you lend me your umbrella, I’ll have to return it to you later. It’s too much trouble going back and forth.”

A look of disappointment flickered across Chen Shu’s eyes.

“Wang Bing, how about I treat you to a meal for the last time? You’ve never had French cuisine, have you? Neither have I, so let’s have French.”

Wang Bing couldn’t help but smile, “Do you feel you owe me and want to make it up? It’s not necessary. We’ve been together for over a decade and never had it, so I don’t want to give this first time to you.”

“Wang Bing, I…”

“I wish you and your cousin a wealthy offspring!” said Wang Bing.

“I won’t be with her.”

“Then let your mother find another one, as long as she can have a son. You’re not very old, are you?” Wang Bing said.

After saying that, she dashed into the rain.

She hailed a taxi on the street outside and said to the driver, “Take me to Chong Qing Road.”

There’s a French restaurant on Chong Qing Road that she had seen people post about in their social circles before.

After getting off the car, she found that French restaurant and walked in.

The waiter looked at her with a bit of surprise; everyone who came here to dine was dressed up, but she was in casual clothes, and her bangs were still a little wet from the rain, slightly disheveled.

Wang Bing asked, “Do you have a seat? I’m by myself, where should I sit?”

It was still early, and there weren’t many people in the restaurant. The waiter took her to a seat near the small garden and then presented her with the menu.

They only served set menus here, with ones at 688, and others at 888, 1268, and 1668.

This is a French restaurant, right? Why do they still price everything with “8”? Do the French also have a superstition about numbers?

Wang Bing chose the 888 set menu.

In the past, she would have been heartbroken over spending this money, money that could be used to pay the mortgage, or if not the mortgage, saved to pay it off early. After getting married, there were many occasions to spend money, and she couldn’t bring herself to buy a coat that cost over 800 yuan, let alone a meal.

But now, she just wanted to be extravagant for once.

The dishes were served slowly, starting with complimentary bread, a small basket full.

Wang Bing asked the waiter, “There’s so much bread, how am I supposed to eat the main course later?”

The waiter revealed a mysterious smile: “It’s up to the lady’s choice, you can eat it or not.”

She took a small piece of bread, intending to eat just a little bit.

Then came an appetizer, a large plate with five or six pieces looking like pebbles.

Wang Bing asked the waiter, “What’s this? How do I eat it?”

The waiter said, “Madam, this is chocolate and black truffle with mushrooms, please pick the two pieces that look least like stones and enjoy.”

Wang Bing fiddled with a spoon and picked them out, two in one mouthful, only to feel the taste disappear as soon as she recognized it.

As for the taste… it’s indescribable, perhaps what she was eating was merely a concept.

But after that, there were many more concepts, such as a basin-sized plate with just a flower plus sashimi the size of a ping pong ball, and a deep-sea fish soup that could be finished in two sips.

There were seven or eight courses in total, each one gone in a single bite.

Wang Bing felt nowhere near half full.

Perhaps people don’t come here for the meal, but for the romance.

She posted the photos she had just taken on her social media with a caption: First time eating French cuisine, not romantic at all, now I just want a bowl of rice noodle soup.

No sooner had she posted it than she saw a comment from Ah Sun: Just so happens I’m hungry too.

She paused for a moment.

Staring at her phone for a while, contemplating whether replying “shall we eat together?” would suggest a flirtation.

But she had taken the day off today, it was still early, and she had nothing else to do.

So she replied to Ah Sun: Together?

Anyway, it’s just on social media, not a formal invitation, and others who saw it would probably just think it was a polite invitation.

Shortly after, Ah Sun replied, sure.

Then the chat box showed a message from Ah Sun: Sister Bing, where are you?

Wang Bing sent him her location.

Ah Sun said: Chong Qing Road? I know there’s plenty of good food there, including rice noodle soup. Shall I come to find you?

Wang Bing said: Come on over, I’ll wait for you here.

Half an hour later, Ah Sun arrived rumbling along on a Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

Those who are into music like these kinds of motorcycles, right?

Wang Bing didn’t find it off-putting, at least not now.

“Sister Bing, hop on,” Ah Sun called out to her.