About handmade jokes

Husband's mobile phone is broken. I bought one yesterday. When I came back, I threw the box on the sofa and cleaned it up at noon today. I picked up the box, looked at it, picked up the invoice and threw it into the trash can. Suddenly I saw a woman's name on the invoice.

What's going on here? Who is this woman? Why did you give him a cell phone? When has he ever met such a woman outside? How far has their relationship developed?

The more I think about it, the sadder it gets. I didn't even eat lunch, so I just lay in bed thinking about the past. Thinking about what to do in the future, I shed tears unconsciously. I don't cook dinner at five or six in the afternoon, and I have been lying in bed thinking.

At this time, my husband came back and saw me lying in bed with tears. He asked, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Stop crying and tell you a joke. Yesterday, I went to buy a mobile phone, and the shop assistant wanted a set meal, saying that it was necessary to have a set meal to sell it. I said I wouldn't buy it, but she stopped me and said that I would find another user with a package and sign my phone, so I sold it. Do you find it funny?

Me: Fuck off, it's not funny, I'm starving, so cook quickly.