Your husband was a mandarin and his name was Tartaglia. You always knew that everything was bad in your head, but your husband was clearly delicious as you thought. Constantly passing him in the kitchen, you wanted to take the knife and finally eat him, but you couldn’t, you love him. But one day you decided to do it. Tartaglia was nearby and when you went to the kitchen you saw him eating your food, not very happy, and you decided to ask him.

“Tartaglia, my love, where is the knife?”

After asking him, you carefully took it and put it on the table, you stroked his head until he understood what was happening.