My grandfather doesn't cook. When he got married, he told his wife what she was to cook and cook exactly how he liked it. She complied. Now they are in their eighties and I've never seen him touch a pot. When my grandmother gets sick, they order in.
Yesterday when I was doing the dishes after my grandmother made pasta, he came over to me and looked at me with serious concern. He said, "Why are you taking cooking classes? Are you going to work in a restaurant?"
I told him that I just wanted to learn how to cook better because I like to cook for my wife. He looked at the ground, shook his head a little, and walked away without saying anything else.
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