The so-called happy marriage is nothing but the mulberry elm that is lost

Best friend Lin divorced because her husband couldn't cook. This incident caused an uproar in my heart, because my husband, like Lin's ex-husband, was a resigned housework man who had an arrogant appetite and didn't want to eat takeout, but he didn't touch his fingers and waited for "feeding".

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I told my husband about Lin, and he buried himself in the meal and didn't say anything. After eating a bowl of rice, he looked at me and asked embarrassedly, "Is it really so important to know how to cook? I... Should I learn it? ?"

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Seeing him daring to make progress, I immediately thought of the dark dishes he cooked during pregnancy: scrambled eggs mixed with a few small pieces of egg skin, boiled cabbage with dark green leaves, tomatoes turned into ketchup The roasted mushrooms with tomato... However, he is also indomitable. After the dishes failed one by one, he firmly fixed on one word - stew, so I ate the stewed noodles with pork and cabbage. To be honest, the taste of this dish is still okay, but eating it carelessly can be life-threatening. Because my husband made it easy to cook, he threw the leaves into the pot and simmered them without cutting them. As a result, I accidentally swallowed a whole leaf instead of biting it! To this day I still remember the horrible feeling that I couldn't vomit or swallow. Since then, I have accepted my fate with tears in my eyes: life is too short, and it’s not worth working so hard to eat something ready-made!

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Thinking of this, I quickly waved my hand to my husband, "No, no, I'm enough in our kitchen!" My attitude made my husband relieved. He did some housework for the first time that night, picked up the kettle and went to the balcony. Water the flowers. My house has a lot of flowers. My husband, who is not familiar with the business, has a watering can in it, but he can’t stand it. He stands on one leg like practicing yoga, and reaches forward to water the flowers inside. I laugh and laugh, I really don't understand how such a stupid person can do his own job very well, and he can get the A-level year-end award every year!

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The days went on. A few months later, my best friend Lin chose a new boyfriend and invited me graciously: "Come and have dinner at home! My boyfriend's cooking skills are great! You can order chicken wings with cola, pickled fish, eggplant with soy sauce, and pork chops. !"

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Come and don't go indecently. A few days later, I went back to invite my best friend. Early that morning, I went to the market to buy vegetables, and I also bought a pot of beautiful roses. I don't want to think that this pot of rose has reversed my unbalanced psychology for many years. At noon, my husband, who came home from overtime, found the pot of rose, and habitually ran over to chat with me.

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"It's a pretty flower, how much is it?"

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"Guess!" I said while cooking the fat beef in sour soup.

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"80 yuan?"

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I glanced at him deeply.

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"Guess too much or too little? Wouldn't it be 100?" He obviously felt that 100 yuan was expensive.

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"35 yuan." I counted proudly.

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"You are amazing! How did you do it?"

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"I asked the boss how much? The boss said 35, I asked if it was cheaper? The boss said no, I said yes, wrap it up!" I waved my hand happily and described the situation at that time.

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"Yeah, you really know how to buy things!" My husband admired sincerely.

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This is the most common and inconspicuous conversation in our lives, but Lin who came to serve the dishes was envious: "Is this a bargain? The judges are too partial." Later, Lin said to me seriously: "I Give your husband an award, the best jackpot of the year. You are so happy!"

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I thought that Lin, who valued men's cooking skills, must not look down on my husband. This reversal surprised me and made me suddenly understand a truth. Who would divorce simply because her husband can't cook? Everyone is just accumulating enough sadness and coldness in their marriages, so they can burst out from the tiniest details!

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It turns out that the partner we are looking for is never a perfect and decathlon person, but someone who can still make us feel loved after the love fades away. The so-called mulberry elm harvested in the east corner of the lost, can't cook, can you wash the dishes a few more times? If you are not good at doing housework, can you give your lover a few more likes?

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For example, my husband, although he can't cook, he appreciates it and thinks that I do well in everything; although he is not good at housework, he is willing to work hard in the workplace; and if I am busy with housework However, he will not despise himself for being stupid, and he will come over to help...

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This is worthy of my affection for going through the complicated procedures to make a bowl of his favorite sour soup and fat beef.