"Divorce then."
The middle-aged woman next to him flashed a hint of anger on her face, "Fine, then let's separate. After we split up, I'll just go sell meat. Worst case, I'll save up meat buying coupons to buy a house on my own, as long as you can accept your wife going to sell meat."
"Can you?"
The middle-aged man's face, which was just filled with anger, instantly froze, his mouth slightly opening and closing, unable to say a word.
"Killer move, bro."
A man watching from the side couldn't help but lean in, "If your wife really goes to sell meat, I'll be the first to support her."
"Get lost!"
The middle-aged man turned his head towards this man and shouted angrily, then took a deep breath to suppress his inner emotions before forcing a difficult smile, "What nonsense are you talking about, dear? Buy, how could I not buy."
"I'll try to mine more each time from now on."
"That's more like it."
...
"Everything's messed up."
