"Initially, I thought it was because my cooking was not to her taste, so I didn't mind it that much. However, I soon realized that things were different. One late night, I woke up from my sleep due to a sound coming from the kitchen. I climbed out of bed silently.
"The house was dark, so I assumed it was a thief. When I got close, I realized that the person looked like my wife. She picked up a large piece of meat from a plastic bag and held a cleaver in her other hand.
"Cleaving meat would create a loud sound. Probably afraid of waking me, she only cut the meat's surface open, seasoned it, and then placed it whole inside the pot.
"Making stew? My wife was making stew in the middle of the night? Perhaps she was preparing for tomorrow's breakfast and lunch. I loved my wife. Even though I thought it was weird, I didn't disturb her. I returned to our room and observed her through the open door.
