What is it like to marry a husband who can’t cook and has a soft heart?

We all once thought that love was a feast, but in the end we discovered that eternity is ultimately just a meal. They say that if you want to conquer a person's heart, you must first conquer his or her stomach. But if you can't conquer his stomach, what will you do? What is it like to marry a husband who can’t cook and has a soft heart?

I consider myself a person who is very talented in cooking. No matter what kind of dish, as long as I am willing to cook it, even if I have never done it before, I can always make it myself and others by looking up the method on the Internet. Some people are satisfied. Well, most people, because my husband never compliments my cooking. Not only did he not praise it, he also concluded that it tasted worse. She often gives me serious instructions on how to cook. It seems like he knows how to cook.

Okay, since you think what I cook is unpalatable, you can do it. He was too lazy to do it. Fortunately, he is not picky about food. Even though he says the food I cook is unpalatable, he will always eat until he is full no matter what I cook. I was sick a few days ago and my mouth was so bitter that I didn't want to eat anything. I don't have any strength in my body and just want to sleep. Seeing me like this, my husband finally showed his kindness and wanted to show off his skills and cook me a delicious meal.

After listening to him being busy in the kitchen, he brought out three plates of food for me. A plate of fried vermicelli with green beans and eggs, a plate of vinegared cabbage, and a plate of fried king oyster mushrooms. To be honest, I saw that eggs were actually added to the bean vermicelli. What the hell is this? But I dare not say it. Moreover, there was too much soy sauce and the eggs were so dark that I thought they were meat at first. And my beloved king oyster mushrooms were also dyed black by soy sauce.

The second thing is that it doesn’t look good, the key is that it tastes really bad. While I was eating the dishes with difficulty, I was thinking, the same seasonings, the same ingredients, and my husband also spends soy sauce and oil, how come the dishes made are so different? When I was almost finished eating, my husband finally asked me kindly how the food he cooked was like. My husband's psychological endurance is very poor, he has a glassy heart, and he doesn't know how to comfort others. Every time I comforted him in various ways. When I thought about my husband's glassy heart, I said against my will, it's okay. He actually took the initiative to ask if it tasted bad, to be honest. Seeing the sincerity on his face, I nodded. He just said, if it doesn’t taste good, just dump it. Stop eating it.

I restrained myself and pretended to say sincerely, "It would be a pity to throw it away. This is the dish you cooked for me. I must finish it." So, I silently finished all the dishes cooked by my husband. Then, the next day, my husband actually bought me a very expensive necklace that I had been coveting for a long time.