Divorce : This is a Trivial Matter

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CHAPTER 12: SALAD — DO YOU WANT AN ODD OR EVEN NUMBER?

Seven o’clock in the evening was when T Restaurant was the most packed. As he drove through the parking lot, Eunwoo looked all over for a parking spot.

Ahead of him, a man and woman were exiting their car. When he drove past them, his gaze was subconsciously drawn to them.

The man was quite tall; he had a white shirt on, and his unusually long black hair had a slight natural curl to it.

The woman next to him… who was she? She had a slim figure, and was wearing a black hat and a pair of sunglasses. Her curled flaxen hair was very similar to Lisa. It felt like he’d seen her somewhere before… Song Jin?

“What’s up? Do you recognize them?” Papa Cha asked from the back seat.

Eunwoo withdrew his gaze and turned into an empty spot. “No. I thought it was a friend of mine, but it seems that I was mistaken.”

Papa Cha snorted coldly. “I thought it was your girlfriend.”

Eunwoo laughed dryly. “Father, I feel like I’m nothing more than a frivolous playboy in your eyes.”

Papa Cha asked, astonished, “Don’t tell me you aren’t?”

Eunwoo fell silent. He’d gone through great trouble to invite them out for dinner tonight, so he didn’t want to turn the night into a drama on family ethics.

While Eunwoo and company exited the car, Jungkook and Song Jin were on the elevator headed to the seventh floor. When the elevator doors opened, the tall hostess inquired about their private room reservation, before personally leading them inside.

Song Jin had already had her assistant order dishes in advance, so they didn’t have to wait long after they’d been seated before a waitress dressed in a qipao came in with their food. The sight of the bright red side dishes made her grimace slightly; she’d forgotten to tell her assistant not to order any particularly spicy dishes. She recalled that Jungkook didn’t like to eat spicy things.

After the waitress left, Song Jin looked at Jungkook across from her with a somewhat apologetic expression. “I’m sorry. I had my assistant help me order, but she didn’t know that you can’t handle spicy food.”

Jungkook eyed the salad in front of him and said, “It’s fine. In fact, I’ve actually eaten this chili pepper salad before.”

Song Jin’s eyes widened in surprise. “Chili pepper salad?” Which dish was this?

Jungkook smirked slightly but remained silent.

He remembered that day, with its moderate wind, beautiful sun, and cloudless sky. He’d just finished writing a thesis, so he’d been in a very good mood. As a result, he’d sought out Lisa in order to talk with her about the venerable Goldbach.

Aftwards, Lisa had server him a plate of chili pepper salad for dinner.
Jungkook had glanced at the fiery chili peppers and pursed his lips. “What is this?”

Lisa had replied in a deadpan manner, “It’s chili pepper salad; are you not going to eat it?”

Jungkook had remained silent for a full three seconds before lifting his head to look at her. “What do you ordinarily use to make salad?”

“Chili peppers.”

“This chili pepper salad is…?”

“Normally I use twice as much chili pepper.” Lisa had promptly answered, as if it was both normal and expected.
Jungkook: “…”