My wife was restless as usual, unable to sit still for even a moment. Her constant movement caught my attention, and my gaze instinctively followed her every move. With a playful smile, I spoke up, my voice tinged with amusement.

"What's the matter? Can't you sit still for once? You're like a restless bunny in spring, always moving here and there, her and there, here and there, here and there- "

She finally settled down beside me, and as she continued to complain about her cooks' failed attempts at cooking, I couldn't help but smile at her stubbornness and determination.

"I don't like people who's good at cooking, i like this person...only"

I interrupted her, redirecting her attention to me. As I pointed my finger at her, my smile spreading across my face, I spoke softly and affectionately.