My Wife, the Cooking Pro

Summary

Everyone thought I had married the perfect wife—gentle, capable, and a true catch. Little did they know, the moment she stepped into the kitchen, she became a walking disaster.

Ask her to cook, and she’d mistake salt for sugar or dish soap for oil. Send her to the market, and she’d return with wilted, yellowed cabbage, unable to tell it was spoiled. No matter how much I taught her, every time she entered the kitchen, chaos followed.

So, over our three years of marriage, the kitchen slowly became my territory alone.