Chapter 168 Cooking

• My dad, caught by my mom's sharp remark, immediately fell silent.
• Watching them bicker like this took me back to my childhood, when I'd watch my dad get scolded daily. Their arguments were small, harmless things, but they were constant. Still, they managed to carry on, year after year, day after day.
• People liked to joke that my dad was henpecked, that he wasn't much of a man. But I never agreed. I saw a man who, for the love of his wife, didn't mind taking the backseat. It wasn't weakness—it was wisdom, his way of showing love. He loved my mom, and he loved their life together.