The Price of a Bowl of Soup

Summary

At my 30th birthday gala, my husband called out from the kitchen.

"Babe, come help me pass the soup."

Before I could get up, my cousin had already walked quickly over, reaching out from behind him to take the soup bowl.

Seeing me stunned, she hurriedly explained:

"I'm always ordered around by my mom at home, it's become an instinctive reaction, don't overthink it."

I showed no emotion, calmly completed the entire banquet.

After sending off the guests, I calmly said to my husband who was clearing the dining table: "Let's divorce."