Title: Unique cooking skills turned into bait?How to unravel the mystery of the mother-in-law
Mom, you're a better cook than I am, and I've never tasted your own cooking. ”
My son-in-law suddenly said to me that I was stunned, and then quickly responded with a reluctant smile, "What do you want to eat, I'll go grocery shopping tomorrow." ”
My son-in-law reported a lot of dish names one after another, and I was not in the mood to listen to them.
When I came to my daughter's house this time, I originally planned to enjoy a few days of leisure, especially if I didn't want to cook, but I didn't expect that as soon as I arrived, my son-in-law began to think about letting me cook for him.
The next morning, I went to the market and picked out the freshest ingredients.
In the evening, I was busy stir-frying and cooking soup in the kitchen, and the whole house was filled with the aroma of food.
My daughter and son-in-law were watching TV in the living room, and I peeked into their expressions from time to time, and they exchanged ideas from time to time, and I knew they were discussing dinner tonight.
I opened the kitchen door, hoping that the aroma would waft into the living room.
It didn't take long for the son-in-law to come over and say gently, "Mom, the smell of oil smoke is too strong, I'll close the kitchen door first." ”
I nodded reluctantly, a little dissatisfied, but as a guest, I couldn't say more.
My daughter and son-in-law are at home, and my son-in-law is in charge of cooking, so I think he should understand that cooking in summer is not easy.
However, he closed the kitchen door, which made me feel more lively, and the sweat on my body could not be stopped.
Although I was a little upset, I couldn't help but complain when I thought that I had come to my daughter's house as a guest.
After all, it's an occasional experience, and it's not worth ruining the rapport.
That night, I cooked six dishes, and although it was hot and sweaty, I was still satisfied to see my daughter and son-in-law enjoying my cooking.
What do you want to eat tomorrow?I asked them tentatively.
Before the daughter could answer, the son-in-law had already reported a few dish names.
I originally planned to enjoy the treatment of my daughter's family, just to be angry with my wife
Unexpectedly, I became a busy home cook here, and my son-in-law is just as hard to mess with as my husband!My wife and I have been together for 35 years, and we have been through ups and downs together in those 35 years of marriage.
Every meal, every moment, is a blend of our emotions and memories.
Recently, however, we quarreled over a trivial matter......At noon that day, the hot sun shone on the ground, as if it were about to scorch the earth.
Over the past 35 years, I have prepared every meal by hand, and my wife has become Xi to enjoying my craft.
Once upon a time, even without air conditioning, I never complained about anything because the family was warm and pleasant together.
However, the recent heat has been so hot that I would like to enjoy a bit of coolness while cooking.
While cooking at noon, I opened the kitchen door, hoping that the breeze would blow in and give me some coolness.
However, the wife immediately closed the door.
He said that because the kitchen was turned on with the hood, the cold air was sucked away, so don't open the door.
As summer intensifies, temperatures seem to ignite our emotions.
That day, I was surrounded by a heat wave in the process of stir-frying, and I was forced to cough and even gasp by the stimulation of chili peppers.
I couldn't stand this feeling anymore, so I decided to open the kitchen door, and the cold air poured in instantly, giving a refreshing feeling.
However, the wife reappeared and angrily closed the door.
I felt angry, why can't I tolerate a little bit of coolness?I couldn't hold back any longer, and deliberately opened the kitchen door and turned on the range hood at the same time, which was really infuriating.
However, my wife's reaction was beyond my expectations, he slammed the kitchen door in anger, and then roared angrily: "Just you are hypocritical all day long, can you heat people up by cooking?"His words were like a slap in the face, which made me feel sad and angry.
I couldn't help but smash the shovel in my hand on the ground, and my heart was full of dissatisfaction and grievances.
After 35 years of cooking, can't you enjoy the coolness of the air conditioner?I've been serving my wife for 35 years, don't I even have the right to turn on the air conditioner when cooking at the hottest time?I yelled angrily at my wife, "How much can I afford on electricity?"In your heart, can't you even compare to that little electricity bill?I threw down my apron, turned around and left the kitchen, leaving a sentence: "The old lady is no longer serving, do you like to eat or not." ”
On the same day, I packed my luggage, bought a ticket, and prepared to go to my daughter's house to rest for a while.
I go to my daughter's house, and even if I help with the cooking, it is only once in a while, which is better than being upset at home.
When I arrived at my daughter's house, she looked a little disgruntled and blamed me for not informing her in advance
I complained to her about the unpleasant things before, and she comforted me and said, "Mom, don't worry, you stay with me for a while, and I will let Dad pick you up." ”
So I rested peacefully at my daughter's house for the night.
The environment here makes me feel peaceful, no more fumes and cooking heat from the kitchen.
I'm secretly glad that my daughter's home is like a summer resort for me.
However, things didn't go my way.
After only two days, my son-in-law started asking me to cook.
I thought I would only need to cook dinner once in a while, but he asked me to cook every day.
Whenever I tried to get him to cook, he always found all kinds of reasons to avoid it, which made me wonder.
So, I moved from my own kitchen to my daughter's kitchen.
I started to cook every day, whether it was weekdays or weekends, my daughter and son-in-law were waiting for me to cook.
Although I was a little wronged, for the sake of my daughter, I could only choose to be patient.
After all, family harmony is more important than a momentary quarrel.
However, the most unbearable thing for me is that whenever I start cooking, my son-in-law always comes over and closes the kitchen door.
The feeling of being confined in a small space made me sweat more and more.
One day, while chopping vegetables, I accidentally cut my finger because sweat obscured my vision.
This time I couldn't take it anymore.
I walked out of the kitchen and said to my daughter, "Mommy's hand is cut and she can't cook." ”
My daughter handed me a Band-Aid, and I thought my son-in-law would take over, but he didn't move, so my daughter had to order takeout.
I complained to my daughter about why my son-in-law was reluctant to cook, and my daughter said that my son-in-law has been busy lately and has no time to cook.
Even though I can understand my son-in-law's work pressure, I still feel disappointed inside.
I even began to wonder if my daughter and son-in-law hadn't noticed my hard work cooking.
However, I quickly realized the root of the problem.
The son-in-law always sits on the sofa and watches TV after work, and the air conditioner at home is turned to the lowest temperature, and the cool breeze blows very cold.
When I started cooking, my son-in-law would come and close the kitchen door to isolate the kitchen from the living room air.
At this time, I gradually understood that my son-in-law's behavior of closing the door was not to save electricity bills, but that he was more concerned about the coolness of the living room and indifferent to the heat in the kitchen.
I tried to express my displeasure to my daughter, but I always chose to tell her euphemism: "How do you usually cook?".The kitchen was too hot. ”
The daughter replied blankly: "Can't the kitchen blow the air conditioner?"This answer made me a little helpless, and I began to wonder if I was thinking about the problem too complicated.
Every time I cooked, my son-in-law would close the kitchen door, and I always thought he was trying to save on the electricity bill.
However, it wasn't until my own mother came to stay at home for two days that I had a new understanding of things
It was his son-in-law's birthday, and his mother cooked him a birthday dinner.
I chatted with her and helped her with minor chores, such as chopping and washing vegetables.
Time flowed through our conversation, and before we knew it, more than half an hour had passed, and a delicious dinner had been quietly completed with our joint efforts.
I was carrying the dishes in and out of the kitchen, and suddenly I noticed that I hadn't sweated a single drop.
What surprised me even more was that when I looked at my mother-in-law, she was also relaxed and sweatless.
I suddenly realized that the kitchen door had been open while we were cooking, and the cool breeze from the air conditioner had been blowing into the kitchen.
It was as if some clues were starting to connect in my mind, and I remembered that every time I was cooking, my son-in-law would always come over and close the kitchen door.
In an instant, it dawned on me that I understood something.
That meal, I ate with mixed tastes.
I began to understand that my son-in-law's behavior was not because he was distressed about the electricity bill, nor because he didn't understand, but because he was willing to dedicate all this care and care to his mother-in-law, not me, the mother-in-law.
After dinner, the son-in-law and his mother-in-law proposed to go for a walk in the park together
I made an excuse and lay down in my bed.
When I close my eyes, my heart becomes heavy.
Start thinking about whether you should go home or not.
At this time, the mobile phone rang, and my wife called**.
His voice was a little stiff, and he apologized to me: "In the future, if you want to turn on the air conditioner, I will not say it again." ”
* On the other end, his voice trembled, and he continued, "Come back quickly, I made a bowl of noodles for you that day, and I was sweating, and I knew I was wrong." ”
I felt his sincerity and inner apologies.
Without hesitation, I immediately packed my bags, bought a ticket for the next day, and decided to go home.
Although it is not pleasant to get along with my wife at times, at least we can still quarrel, and our feelings for each other have never diminished due to time.
And at my daughter's house, although my son-in-law is also good, I feel a feeling of being treated differently.
I understand that a son-in-law cannot be completely relied upon.
After all, my son-in-law is not my own child, and he can't think about me and understand my feelings.
When you return home, it's the real harbor.
Feel the warmth of home again, there is always the company you have always had, and there is the voice and smile of your wife.
I've learned that being in my own home is the real blessing.
Sitting quietly on the bed, recalling this experience, my heart is full of emotion.
Mom, you're a better cook than I am, and I've never tasted your own cooking. ”
My son-in-law suddenly said to me that I was stunned, and then quickly responded with a reluctant smile, "What do you want to eat, I'll go grocery shopping tomorrow." ”
My son-in-law reported a lot of dish names one after another, and I was not in the mood to listen to them.
When I came to my daughter's house this time, I originally planned to enjoy a few days of leisure, especially if I didn't want to cook, but I didn't expect that as soon as I arrived, my son-in-law began to think about letting me cook for him.
The next morning, I went to the market and picked out the freshest ingredients.
In the evening, I was busy stir-frying and cooking soup in the kitchen, and the whole house was filled with the aroma of food.
My daughter and son-in-law were watching TV in the living room, and I peeked into their expressions from time to time, and they exchanged ideas from time to time, and I knew they were discussing dinner tonight.
I opened the kitchen door, hoping that the aroma would waft into the living room.
It didn't take long for the son-in-law to come over and say gently, "Mom, the smell of oil smoke is too strong, I'll close the kitchen door first." ”
I nodded reluctantly, a little dissatisfied, but as a guest, I couldn't say more.
My daughter and son-in-law are at home, and my son-in-law is in charge of cooking, so I think he should understand that cooking in summer is not easy.
However, he closed the kitchen door, which made me feel more lively, and the sweat on my body could not be stopped.
Although I was a little upset, I couldn't help but complain when I thought that I had come to my daughter's house as a guest.
After all, it's an occasional experience, and it's not worth ruining the rapport.
That night, I cooked six dishes, and although it was hot and sweaty, I was still satisfied to see my daughter and son-in-law enjoying my cooking.
What do you want to eat tomorrow?I asked them tentatively.
Before the daughter could answer, the son-in-law had already reported a few dish names.
I originally planned to enjoy the treatment of my daughter's family, just to be angry with my wife
Unexpectedly, I became a busy home cook here, and my son-in-law is just as hard to mess with as my husband!My wife and I have been together for 35 years, and we have been through ups and downs together in those 35 years of marriage.
Every meal, every moment, is a blend of our emotions and memories.
Recently, however, we quarreled over a trivial matter......At noon that day, the hot sun shone on the ground, as if it were about to scorch the earth.
Over the past 35 years, I have prepared every meal by hand, and my wife has become Xi to enjoying my craft.
Once upon a time, even without air conditioning, I never complained about anything because the family was warm and pleasant together.
However, the recent heat has been so hot that I would like to enjoy a bit of coolness while cooking.
While cooking at noon, I opened the kitchen door, hoping that the breeze would blow in and give me some coolness.
However, the wife immediately closed the door.
He said that because the kitchen was turned on with the hood, the cold air was sucked away, so don't open the door.
As summer intensifies, temperatures seem to ignite our emotions.
That day, I was surrounded by a heat wave in the process of stir-frying, and I was forced to cough and even gasp by the stimulation of chili peppers.
I couldn't stand this feeling anymore, so I decided to open the kitchen door, and the cold air poured in instantly, giving a refreshing feeling.
However, the wife reappeared and angrily closed the door.
I felt angry, why can't I tolerate a little bit of coolness?I couldn't hold back any longer, and deliberately opened the kitchen door and turned on the range hood at the same time, which was really infuriating.
However, my wife's reaction was beyond my expectations, he slammed the kitchen door in anger, and then roared angrily: "Just you are hypocritical all day long, can you heat people up by cooking?"His words were like a slap in the face, which made me feel sad and angry.
I couldn't help but smash the shovel in my hand on the ground, and my heart was full of dissatisfaction and grievances.
After 35 years of cooking, can't you enjoy the coolness of the air conditioner?I've been serving my wife for 35 years, don't I even have the right to turn on the air conditioner when cooking at the hottest time?I yelled angrily at my wife, "How much can I afford on electricity?"In your heart, can't you even compare to that little electricity bill?I threw down my apron, turned around and left the kitchen, leaving a sentence: "The old lady is no longer serving, do you like to eat or not." ”
On the same day, I packed my luggage, bought a ticket, and prepared to go to my daughter's house to rest for a while.
I go to my daughter's house, and even if I help with the cooking, it is only once in a while, which is better than being upset at home.
When I arrived at my daughter's house, she looked a little disgruntled and blamed me for not informing her in advance
I complained to her about the unpleasant things before, and she comforted me and said, "Mom, don't worry, you stay with me for a while, and I will let Dad pick you up." ”
So I rested peacefully at my daughter's house for the night.
The environment here makes me feel peaceful, no more fumes and cooking heat from the kitchen.
I'm secretly glad that my daughter's home is like a summer resort for me.
However, things didn't go my way.
After only two days, my son-in-law started asking me to cook.
I thought I would only need to cook dinner once in a while, but he asked me to cook every day.
Whenever I tried to get him to cook, he always found all kinds of reasons to avoid it, which made me wonder.
So, I moved from my own kitchen to my daughter's kitchen.
I started to cook every day, whether it was weekdays or weekends, my daughter and son-in-law were waiting for me to cook.
Although I was a little wronged, for the sake of my daughter, I could only choose to be patient.
After all, family harmony is more important than a momentary quarrel.
However, the most unbearable thing for me is that whenever I start cooking, my son-in-law always comes over and closes the kitchen door.
The feeling of being confined in a small space made me sweat more and more.
One day, while chopping vegetables, I accidentally cut my finger because sweat obscured my vision.
This time I couldn't take it anymore.
I walked out of the kitchen and said to my daughter, "Mommy's hand is cut and she can't cook." ”
My daughter handed me a Band-Aid, and I thought my son-in-law would take over, but he didn't move, so my daughter had to order takeout.
I complained to my daughter about why my son-in-law was reluctant to cook, and my daughter said that my son-in-law has been busy lately and has no time to cook.
Even though I can understand my son-in-law's work pressure, I still feel disappointed inside.
I even began to wonder if my daughter and son-in-law hadn't noticed my hard work cooking.
However, I quickly realized the root of the problem.
The son-in-law always sits on the sofa and watches TV after work, and the air conditioner at home is turned to the lowest temperature, and the cool breeze blows very cold.
When I started cooking, my son-in-law would come and close the kitchen door to isolate the kitchen from the living room air.
At this time, I gradually understood that my son-in-law's behavior of closing the door was not to save electricity bills, but that he was more concerned about the coolness of the living room and indifferent to the heat in the kitchen.
I tried to express my displeasure to my daughter, but I always chose to tell her euphemism: "How do you usually cook?".The kitchen was too hot. ”
The daughter replied blankly: "Can't the kitchen blow the air conditioner?"This answer made me a little helpless, and I began to wonder if I was thinking about the problem too complicated.
Every time I cooked, my son-in-law would close the kitchen door, and I always thought he was trying to save on the electricity bill.
However, it wasn't until my own mother came to stay at home for two days that I had a new understanding of things
It was his son-in-law's birthday, and his mother cooked him a birthday dinner.
I chatted with her and helped her with minor chores, such as chopping and washing vegetables.
Time flowed through our conversation, and before we knew it, more than half an hour had passed, and a delicious dinner had been quietly completed with our joint efforts.
I was carrying the dishes in and out of the kitchen, and suddenly I noticed that I hadn't sweated a single drop.
What surprised me even more was that when I looked at my mother-in-law, she was also relaxed and sweatless.
I suddenly realized that the kitchen door had been open while we were cooking, and the cool breeze from the air conditioner had been blowing into the kitchen.
It was as if some clues were starting to connect in my mind, and I remembered that every time I was cooking, my son-in-law would always come over and close the kitchen door.
In an instant, it dawned on me that I understood something.
That meal, I ate with mixed tastes.
I began to understand that my son-in-law's behavior was not because he was distressed about the electricity bill, nor because he didn't understand, but because he was willing to dedicate all this care and care to his mother-in-law, not me, the mother-in-law.
After dinner, the son-in-law and his mother-in-law proposed to go for a walk in the park together
I made an excuse and lay down in my bed.
When I close my eyes, my heart becomes heavy.
Start thinking about whether you should go home or not.
At this time, the mobile phone rang, and my wife called**.
His voice was a little stiff, and he apologized to me: "In the future, if you want to turn on the air conditioner, I will not say it again." ”
* On the other end, his voice trembled, and he continued, "Come back quickly, I made a bowl of noodles for you that day, and I was sweating, and I knew I was wrong." ”
I felt his sincerity and inner apologies.
Without hesitation, I immediately packed my bags, bought a ticket for the next day, and decided to go home.
Although it is not pleasant to get along with my wife at times, at least we can still quarrel, and our feelings for each other have never diminished due to time.
And at my daughter's house, although my son-in-law is also good, I feel a feeling of being treated differently.
I understand that a son-in-law cannot be completely relied upon.
After all, my son-in-law is not my own child, and he can't think about me and understand my feelings.
When you return home, it's the real harbor.
Feel the warmth of home again, there is always the company you have always had, and there is the voice and smile of your wife.
I've learned that being in my own home is the real blessing.
Sitting quietly on the bed, recalling this experience, my heart is full of emotion.