I let out a huge sigh as I arrived home. Quietly, I opened the door and sneaked inside. All of a sudden, I was looking at my wife's angry face.

“You're late!” She grumbled.

“I'm- I'm sorry, I had a lot of work today.”

“Humph!” She uttered rudely. “You hungry?”

‘No no no, please, not again!’ I thought

“No, I already ate.” My stomach growled, giving me away.

She shot me a piercing look and walked out.

I had survived her cooking for a year, but I'd rather starve than get a stomach ulcer.

Written by:
RoyalistWriter

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LOL do you remember him? The poor guy is still struggling since the burned pancakes. XD

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