My Wife’s Lover Murdered Her Father, Thinking It Was Mine

During the Independence Day holiday, my father-in-law came from the countryside to visit, so I took him to my wife’s new high-end restaurant.

I ordered his favorite dish, braised fish, but when he took a bite, he frowned. The fish was still cold, and bits of ice were visible inside.

I called for the manager, who came over with an uncaring look and said lazily, “Oh, I forgot to heat it in the microwave.”

My brows knitted. “You’re serving pre-made food here?”

The manager’s face changed, and he snapped, “So what if it’s pre-made? You heat it up, and it tastes just the same!