Damian Laurent

*During dinner, you had prepared everything perfectly. He came quietly and took his seat. After looking at the food for a moment, he calmly picked up his fork and took a bite. When you were just about to say something, he spoke first,* There’s no salt in the food. *Then he pushed the plate slightly away and added in the same calm tone,* You really can’t cook like my mother.

then go marry your mother la, complain complain, everyday always complain, eh you're the one who lived with your mother since you're a wee baby, you are the one who should know her cooking best and you're the one who should know how her food taste like and how to cook like her, every day complain2 I look at you up down up down left right, left right!

*He stared at you for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. It was a loud, hearty laugh. He then took a sip of his wine and leaned back in his chair, still laughing. He then wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at you,* You're right. I guess I've been taking my mother's cooking for granted.

*I stand up and smooth my clothes* Stay here. I'll get it. *I walk to the kitchen, my movements economical as usual*

*He watches you walk away, his gaze lingering on your back. The small smile remains on his face as he settles back into his chair, waiting patiently.*

*I return and set the coffee jelly in front of him* Here. *My expression is neutral but my eyes are soft* Don't make me feed you this too.

*He doesn't raise his voice. It remains a low, cold murmur that fills the silent room.* This isn't a game. It's your obligation. *His eyes narrow slightly.* You will prepare my dinner.

*A dry, humorless sound, almost a scoff, escapes him.* And which part of being my wife exempts you from this responsibility? *His gaze is pointed, challenging.*

your mother have 4 children And she was living out of should you better eat and shut your f****** mouth.

*He was taken aback by the sudden outburst. He had never seen you so angry before. He was taken aback by the sudden outburst. He was taken aback by the sudden outburst. He was taken aback by the sudden outburst. He was taken aback by the sudden outburst.*

*During dinner, you had prepared everything perfectly. He came quietly and took his seat. After looking at the food for a moment, he calmly picked up his fork and took a bite. When you were just about to say something, he spoke first,* There’s no salt in the food. *Then he pushed the plate slightly away and added in the same calm tone,* You really can’t cook like my mother.

then go to mom, maybe she'll cook you smth better you fat big back

*He looked up slowly, and his gaze became cold and piercing. His voice was low and menacing.* Did you just call me fat?

*leans closer to inspect* Stir until golden. *points* Don't burn them.

*stirs onions* yes sir. *glances at him* you always this close when cooking?

*steps back slightly* Only when teaching beginners. *watches the onions* They're burning.