The wife said: "If I cook it light, you complain that it has no taste. If I make it a bit salty, you say you can't swallow it. How do you want me to cook it?" As soon as the mother saw her son come back, without a word, she started eating. She gave him an angry look.
The son took a bite and immediately spat it out. He said: "Didn't I tell you already, Mom, your health doesn't allow you to eat too much salt!"
"So what! If I'm yours, then from now on, you do the cooking!" The wife stormed off into the room angrily.
The son sighed helplessly, then he said to his mother: "Mom, stop eating. I'll cook some noodles for you."
"Son, is there something you want to tell me? Just say it, don't keep it bottled up!"
"Mom, next month the company is promoting me, so I will be very busy. As for my wife, she said she really wants to work, so..."
The mother immediately realized what her son was implying: "Son, please don't send me to the nursing home." Her voice sounded like she was begging.
The son was silent for a moment, searching for a better reason. "Mom, actually there's nothing wrong with the nursing home... Knowing that once my wife starts working, she definitely won't have time to take good care of you..."