If you want a husband, you have to fight for it.

Wan Chuncao was stunned, then she bit off the crispy meat that Xu Muyu was holding in front of her: "These are all people I met at work before."

"Oh."

Xu Muyu put the remaining half piece of crispy meat into his mouth and chewed it dryly: "Who are these people?"

"Woman, or man?"

"Both men and women."

The waiter brought the hot pot and waited for it to boil. Wan Chuncao raised her lips and said, "Mostly men."

Xu Muyu was also waiting for the pot to boil. The crispy meat in his mouth was too dry to chew: "Oh?"

"Doing sales is hard work, and I met more male colleagues."

Wan Chuncao held up the chopsticks and said, "There are women too, but relatively not that many."

There were so many people that sometimes she couldn't remember them all and wasn't familiar with them anymore.

Xu Muyu stopped picking up anything with his chopsticks: "Since they are people you knew before and we don't keep in touch often, why do they keep sending you messages?"

"Just like just now, you picked up your phone and looked at it twice."

"That was your mother-in-law just now, she asked us what we were doing, and I said we were eating hot pot."

Wan Chuncao propped up her face with her hands: "It's normal for my former colleagues to contact me. During festivals, even if there is no work interaction, there is always some social etiquette. We just have more friends and more paths."

Xu Muyu still didn't pick up anything with his chopsticks: "Since it's a message from family, I should reply to them first. News from friends is important, but family is more important, right?"

Why do you still care about the messages sent by those people?

"That doesn't make sense, Mr. Yu."

Wan Chuncao smiled and said, "Is there any necessary connection? It's normal for me to reply to my family's messages and then to reply to my friends' messages. They are both equally important."

Xu Muyu almost broke his chopsticks: "It depends on what kind of friend they are."

Wan Chuncao asked him with a smile: "For example?"

Xu Muyu held the chopsticks in his hand and said, "For example, if some male friends send boring greeting messages at night, there is no need to pay attention to them."

He added: "It's late at night, I shouldn't disturb your rest."

"They are all my friends, it would be bad if I didn't reply, and they are just small talk, they won't disturb my sleep."

Wan Chuncao touched her chin in a state of embarrassment and said, "Then what do you think I should do, Mr. Yu?"

The waiters served the dishes one after another. Xu Muyu stepped back a little, but did not look at Wan Chuncao. He stared at the plate of crispy meat in front of her: "I can... help you watch it."

"what?"

Wan Chuncao exclaimed, her voice was not loud but full of artificial surprise: "Thank you for troubling me, Mr. Yu. You don't even know my friends. Besides, you can't type, right?"

Xu Muyu was still looking at the plate of crispy meat: "Since we are just ordinary friends, there is no difference between you and me in our tone of voice to each other."

"I'm just a little slow at typing, not that I can't do it."

"That's it..."

Wan Chuncao still used that pretentious tone: "Then thank you for your help, Mr. Yu."

Xu Muyu was finally able to pick up the chopsticks again: "It's okay."

The pot was boiling, but Wan Chuncao didn't rush to put the food in. Instead, she smiled and asked Xu Muyu to put the food in. "I'm hungry now. It's all trouble. Can you please help me put the food in, Mr. Yu?"

Of course it's good.

The dishes were almost served. Xu Muyu put a few plates of beef and chicken rolls in the pot, and also put a few meatballs. He remembered that she ate it the same way last time: "Okay."

Xu Muyu was cooking hot pot, and Wan Chuncao didn't even plan to move her hands. She supported her face with one hand and smiled at Xu Muyu: "Honestly, husband, do so many people usually send me messages on my phone so late at night, or is it because you are too old to sleep and heard it wrongly?"

Even if it wasn't the middle of the night, when he was browsing her phone these past two days, he often saw men who had only had a few words with her sending her messages, and they all asked her what she was doing.

Xu Muyu put another plate of meat into the pot. He remembered that she liked to eat meat: "They have no basic manners."

Knowing that she was married, why did I still send her a message to say hello, even in the middle of the night?

"If you say that, others will misunderstand that I am not a decent woman, husband."

Guan Chuncao said with a smile: "Those people were added when I was working or working part-time before. Some were colleagues, some were introduced to each other by part-time workers, and some were clients and potential clients. But none of them were added in an informal way."

When she was working, especially when she was working part-time, she met a lot of people. They were all looking for a living, and they introduced each other to part-time jobs and jobs.

The rest include strangers who came to add to the bill for food, those who came for a buy-one-get-one-free discount, and some colleagues and clients from work.

As we go down layer by layer, we will inevitably have to add more people.

Wan Chuncao also handles business, and not everyone is a potential customer. Deleting or blocking them rashly may hurt others, so she doesn't have the habit of deleting others.

Over time, naturally, there are hundreds of people in the friend list.

Xu Muyu certainly knew that she was fine: "You are fine."

She was serious, but those people were not. For some unknown reason, they liked to send her meaningless greeting messages, sometimes in the middle of the night.

Xu Muyu could see that she hadn't replied to them, and she just let the messages pass by automatically. She didn't care at all. After those people sent their greetings, they didn't get a reply, and they didn't send any more messages.

They had almost no conversation or communication.

However, Xu Muyu still felt uncomfortable watching this.

Why would they send her a message out of the blue? Are they that free?

“They’re bored, too.”

Wan Chuncao finally let go and said, "Don't worry, my husband. You are in my heart and eyes. Look at me, I am an honest man. I will not cheat on you."

He knew. However, Xu Muyu picked up the cooked beef and put it into Wan Chuncao's bowl: "I will help you reply later."

Also, he gave her all the meat: "I don't know how to do it either."

The meat was cooked. Wan Chuncao took a look and picked up the chopsticks: "I know. If you knew how to cook, I would have slaughtered you long ago."

Her tone didn't sound like a joke, just like the last time she said, killing him would be as easy as killing a piglet.

Thinking of this, Xu Muyu suddenly remembered something while holding the chopsticks: "You, always said you can kill pigs and show off your muscles, but actually..."

Before, when she came back from the market with Liu Ma, she insisted that Liu Ma push him out of the house to watch her show some "Ma Sou Si"...

Was she warning him that her muscles were so big that she could kill someone with one punch?

And she said she could kill pigs, and she said she could kill pigs to feed him, and every time she mentioned killing pigs...

Are they all hinting to him that someone like him is actually very easy to kill?

Wan Chuncao grinned at Xu Muyu without saying a word.

The smile was so innocent and kind, but Xu Muyu felt an inexplicable chill on his back.

After laughing, before even getting the dipping sauce, Guan Chuncao put down his chopsticks and stood up, ready to get the sauce.

After passing Xu Muyu, she gently pinched his shoulder and said coldly: "You'd better not do it. If you dare, I will tear your second brother apart with my bare hands."

"...?!"