I'm a substitute for my wife's Bai Yueguang...

One day at noon, when our company was eating in the cafeteria, my wife sat across from me.

He saw that the egg custard in my bowl did not move, so he raised his head and asked me, "Why don't you eat this?" He gestured with his eyes.

"Uh..." I was apprehensive, after all, he was the instructor, and I wondered if I would get another review or thought report if I wasted food.

He stared straight at me, as if telling me to tell the truth.

"I don't like egg custard," I told the truth, "I didn't like egg custard when I was a child, so I have hardly eaten it since I grew up."

I clearly felt that my wife was stunned for a few seconds after hearing what I said, and then she lowered her head and ate with an "oh".

I saw my wife finished eating the egg custard in his bowl, so I carefully pushed my share to him, "Director, I think you like this? Why don't you help me eat it? It seems wasteful Not so good..." I said nervously.

It’s not that I didn’t call him wife, it’s that he wasn’t my wife at the time, and I didn’t dare to call him even if I wanted to. Thinking about it now, if I had called my wife then, I would be gone now.

My wife, who had been burying her head in the rice, raised her head and glanced at me again, then brought the egg custard over in silence, and finished eating it in threes and fives.

I watched from the sidelines for fear that he would choke, but I couldn’t remind him that no one would rob him. I didn't say it, but fortunately my wife didn't choke in the end.

After my wife and I got married, he never made egg custard once.

My wife is very good at cooking, and of course I am not too bad at cooking. The two of us often take turns cooking. There is no fixed day to day. We just see who is free and who is convenient.I love my wife very much. Even if I am very busy, as long as I see my wife is tired, I will take the initiative to cook. My wife also loves me very much. He will cook a lot of my favorite dishes every time.

I sometimes make egg custard for my wife, and he always compliments me on how delicious it is, although he always praises it no matter what I cook.

I sometimes think that a person who is as good at cooking as my wife and loves egg custard must have often made egg custard for himself when he lived alone.

It's a pity that I have never smelled the egg custard made by my wife.

I am also not very good at asking my wife to make myself a bowl of egg custard. I don't eat it, so I just smell it. It sounds like I have a serious illness.

I don't want my wife to think I'm sick, mainly because I'm afraid he will worry.