Post Date December, 03 2023
My wife in active service can neither cook nor sew, nor even clean a bowl. It's all my fault that I was so brainwashed that I only looked at her appearance. I really regret marrying her. Marriage is not necessarily the tomb of love, but it is definitely not the sublimation of love.
When we leave the roses and chocolates to face the pots and pans, we will never be romantic again. Later, it was found that she could not learn to cook in a short time, so I, a weak scholar who had never been in the kitchen before marriage, took on the responsibility of cooking, which was related to the survival of the family.
My wife is not good at cooking, but she is not inferior to any gourmet in taste. So it is not easy to send her away. I can't go to the restaurant every day. In order to learn how to cook, I put all my energy into preparing for the college entrance examination and passing CET-4 in college. If I have nothing to do, I will either watch TV or watch recipes.
However, it is not as easy to learn as English. The recipe says put 10 grams of sugar. How can I know how much is 10 grams? It's all because I developed the problem of love and dogmatism in my school days, always trying to be accurate, and too superstitious about books.
I heard that German kitchens have scales and stopwatches. If my wife didn't stop me, I would definitely buy one. A week later, little progress has been made. Even dogs don't want to eat the fried food. I really don't know how my wife eats it, whether she is hungry or afraid of hitting my ambition. I am grateful that she can tolerate it with her picky character, which makes me more loyal to her leadership.
I was moved by my wife's generosity, and I worked harder and harder to do my job. I humbly asked my colleagues and friends for advice on cooking and housework skills. At this time, I found that the wisdom of the masses was so great. Those who usually managed me around the house also had the method of doing twice the work with half the effort.
I got the treasure and did it one by one, and I got immediate results. Once, my scrambled egg was praised by my wife, so I worked hard to make scrambled eggs. Sometimes I went to my friend's house for dinner. I can't forget to show this skill, and I finally have a specialty.
Gradually, my cooking reached the point where I could swallow it, and my deeds were often used by my wife to show off in the unit, which was a turning victory for me. Now no one wants to drive me out of the kitchen. I'm addicted.
