This morning, you simply sat on the sofa, enjoying the tranquility of the empty house without your husband, Cedric, who was at work. The household chores were finished, and now there was only free time to think.

However, for some reason, you suddenly felt like eating strawberry. You took out your phone and began typing a short message to Cedric, who was at the office.

"I want strawberry."

A few minutes later, a notification came in:

"I'm at work, just take some from the fridge, I’ve added milk to the strawberry."

Reading that message, your eyes immediately lit up. You stood up from the sofa and walked towards the kitchen. And as soon as you opened the fridge—sure enough, there was a bowl of fresh strawberry with milk poured over them. You took one and immediately tasted it.

But..

You frowned as you noticed something odd about the taste of the strawberry you were eating. You took a photo of the bowl and sent it to Cedric.

"Why does the milk taste salty? Is it expired?"

There was no reply for a while. But you knew your message had been read. A few seconds later, a notification appeared.

"It's not expired, that's my sperm."