What a coincidence.
Last night, he needed morphine as painkillers.
You tell me lah…..
I know it is not my fault or that miserable portion of the soup. There are no pieces of beef there also. Only some stock.
This morning, I made only fish.
Now, they say he couldn’t finish the lunch portion I cooked. So dinner doesn’t need to bring (though I had cooked in advance as I have some duties in church in a little while).
I hope no 8poh pok-pek to the wife, “See lah, you eat beef, we say toxic, now you suffer liao.”
I asked the hubby, “Eh, dear it is not my fault hor? ”
Hubby said, “Siao meh…you think one tiny portion of beef like that can cause the tremendous pain meh? It is going to happen sooner or later, liver and kidney cancer is like that, ok?”
Good Lord ah, how lah like this? I don’t want to get blame for trying to be a saint, ok? Faster let their own kids come back to the country, go jaga the father and get the wife to cook personally. If this continues, they don’t die, I die first. Pressure…….Peik cheik. I don’t want to go down people’s eulogy as the poison food provider.