(Continuation from yesterday)

Last Saturday, I cooked bowls of rice topped with chicken and eggs, based on onion and garlic, and

Last Sunday, I cooked stew of fibrous meat based on tomato.

Both became disastrous results after all.

I pleaded with my wife to rescue these poor foods, and she tried them. She succeeded in doing them, but the foods became another something against my initial imagination.

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I let me down terribly last weekend.

"As for a feeble cook like me, it is too presumptuous to server dinners for people"

I had a poor dinner with drooping shoulders.

My wife, senior and junior daughters said to me,

"It is good. Delicious"

"New taste is coming."

"Not bad , even if I don't know the original foodstuff"

They seemed to go all out to comfort me.

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I know well.

They also know well that they will be obliged to make the weekend dinner, if I decide to give up it.