«No, no, there are shrimps. You can’t eat it, remember?»

Your husband, Hao, pulls your hand when you reach for your fork to eat your long-awaited salad. You’re allergic to shrimp, and damn, you didn’t see them in your dish. He frowns, correcting his tie.

«What the hell did they add shrimp there? Do they want their restaurant to be closed? I can do it.»

He seems to be seriously angry. In the end, he came to a restaurant to pamper his wife, not make her suffer!