Perhaps from the beginning, the liar implied that marriage is the tomb of a woman, especially a housewife, right? The cooked food is delicious, he will build a tomb that won’t divorce for you, and it’s not done well. . . Ha ha ha.
The wrong lunch box allows the male pig's feet and the female pig's feet to meet and communicate through the lunch box. The husband of the female pig's feet eats fast food from the messy snack shop every day.
Then, the husband of the female pig’s feet is unpalatable because of the food (or something else, the status of Indian women and the role in the family, I really don’t understand. Lack of communication, no status, accessories, or whatever, or male cheating This topic itself is not clear for one or two reasons.), I cheated, and started to go home late, or even stay out at night.
At this time, the father of Female Pig's Feet passed away, and the mother said that the daily boring and boring life was finally over so that her husband died without feeling sad but relieved.
This makes the heroine more deeply doubt about life again, and then wants to escape life with the hero who has never met, Plato.
Then the ending of the story is that the heroine packs up her things and prepares to escape from the current husband with her daughter, while the heroine overcomes the shadow of mental aging on the way to find the heroine.
The marriage of food achievement? NS?
Just imagine, the heroine, the heroine and the daughter of the heroine finally escaped to another country together happily, and then the heroine can't cook every day?
Or, because the male protagonist finally retired, he doesn't need to run around if he has money, and then he is too old and bad to cheat, so he can finally receive a young woman who can cook and die happily?
What the woman in the story needs is companionship and affirmation. The man in the story needs good food and young women. So the heroine's husband cheated, and the heroine's mother was unhappy. The hero finally chose to be with the heroine?
I always feel the tone is so sad. . . . . . . .
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