How to make my husband love cooking?

In our family, I used to cook. I have no other skills and I'm not a good cook. However, I position myself as a good wife and mother. How can a good wife and mother stay away from water? How can you not play the symphony of pots and pans? How can you not worry about rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea?

So for a long time after I got married, I was very diligent and worked hard, eating three meals a day and being on time.

Every man has a little male chauvinism in his bones, but some people are obvious and some people are hidden.

Ya dad, too, thinks that washing and cooking is a woman's job, even though he used to be a cook himself.

He thinks that a chef is just a profession, a skill to make a living. His skills can only be displayed in hotels, get rich returns and reflect his value. Shouldn't all the meals at home be cooked by women? Every family is the same. How many people do you see around the stove?

Therefore, only when he has important guests at home, or on major festivals, will he condescend to cook a delicious table, and then get a sense of accomplishment in everyone's praise.

I am in charge of the usual meals. Anyway, he is not picky about food, and a bowl of eggs and noodles can send people away for dinner every day.

By the time I woke up and found myself married to a chef and worried about cooking, our married life had gone through more than ten years and our two daughters had grown up.

Once people wake up, their strength is infinite. There is an excellent second-class chef at home. People who don't try their best are wasting resources! I want to turn Gan Kun around, let him cook, let him cook willingly, and let him cook every day!

Of course he won't listen to direct orders. Men, who likes to listen to their wives tell them what to do? Therefore, we should implement circuitous tactics and save the country by curves.

First of all, we United our two ice-snow smart daughters (I like to praise our children best) and expanded our team. Let him play alone, and his chances of winning will not be great.

First, pretend. When it comes to cooking, I will have a headache, backache, shoulder pain or eye pain. If the two children are at home, they will help me rub my shoulders, back and head and neck. At this time, he had to wash his hands and make soup like a daughter-in-law.

Praise again. Every dish he cooked, whether it was really delicious or not, was praised by all of us, which praised him to the sky, made him feel better than a state banquet chef, made him feel high and wanted to know where he was. This move is mainly attributed to the credit of smiles send us light, who is very able to get a slap in the face in order to praise others. She said that at home, we feel like eating a big restaurant every day, all because my father's cooking is so delicious!

Then there is acting. 38 parts of the body hurt again, and my father has been cooking for more than 20 days. He seemed to have noticed that he was trapped and then began to pretend. When it was time to cook, he said he suddenly felt a little dizzy, or felt weak and didn't want to move today.

At this time, the instinct of a good wife and mother made me take the initiative to pick up the spatula and return to my old job. But I don't want to give up all my previous efforts, so I'm good at it. Either the ribs are burnt and fried, or the food is too salty and bitter.

Peeking at smiles send us light's QQ, DuDu is my dog.

Even so, when eating, dad sincerely praised the child: "Your mother's cooking is getting better and better." You see, he learned all my tricks.

The three of us exchanged glances and immediately got the message. Sang Ni said, "Dad's cooking is delicious." Smiles send us light lightly said, "how can mom compare with dad?" My father is a professional and my mother is an amateur. I only like to eat the dishes cooked by my father! "

Ha ha ha ha ha. I laughed in my heart. It's a sample. You're trying to teach fish to swim. You can beat me by one to three. Can't also!

A month later, he basically got used to taking the initiative to cook and getting used to our worship and praise. Indeed, he cooked better than me by more than one or two grades.

Now a few years have passed, and my father completely regards lunch every day as a task he must complete. Every day he asks us shyly: What do you want for lunch?

While he was cooking in the back kitchen, I watched TV and brushed simple books in the front hall. I was so proud that the serf turned over and sang. ...