Caught Stealing My Ex-Boyfriend’s Braised Pork Again

Prologue

Before we broke up, I tearfully snatched the half pot of Braised Pork my boyfriend had made.

I ran down the street clutching the pot, crying as I yelled back, “I’m sorry, I’m not good enough for you!”

Then I bolted.

The man behind me chased, cursing me as a liar and a thief.

Half a year later, at a blind date banquet, I tasted the exact same Braised Pork again.

That familiar flavor. That familiar recipe.

I devoured three big bowls with tears in my eyes.

The man who’d been standing behind me suddenly grabbed the back of my neck.

“Jiang Si, you’ve been real hard to find!”