My son and his young wife live in a rented apartment not far from me. I asked my son for a spare key to their apartment. If there’s anything, I’d like to keep it with me, and it might come in handy. Now I’m on vacation, and the young people are working.
So I go over there when they go to work. I make them borscht and ribs, dumplings. After all, my son loves these simple but tasty and nourishing dishes. And when the food is ready, I start cleaning. My daughter-in-law is not very fond of cleaning.
Their things are lying around in the room, dishes are dirty in the sink. Well, I think I’ll show my daughter-in-law how to keep house. And here they come, the food is ready, everything is clean and tidy, my son eats with great appetite, live and be happy. But no. My daughter-in-law is always unhappy. She practically doesn’t eat my food, she says it is very greasy and unhealthy. She eats porridge and salads made of different herbs.
And she tries to send me home as fast as possible.
