I had been married to Shen Shi’an for eight years, but he still cherished the woman he had never forgotten.
He had grown tired of me, sick of me, finding me dull and vulgar.
When I cooked porridge or simmered soup, I was a woman with no ambition, forever fussing over a stove.
When his beloved washed her hands and made a bowl of soup, she was gentle, considerate, and understanding.
Later, after I had written our divorce agreement, Shen Shi’an traveled all the way to Jiangling to ask me for a bowl of jujube porridge.
I smiled and told him, “We don’t grow jujubes in Jiangling.
I haven’t made it in years.
I’ve quite forgotten how.”
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