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He usually cooked for her. Today, when her mother came, she should do it herself, even if she only showed it, so that he could explain to her.
Sure enough, at the dinner table, his mother expressed her dissatisfaction with her in a clear manner. He looked up at her on pins and needles, but found that she ate all the saltiest pickles calmly.The mother finally 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 couldn't help throwing away her chopsticks. He looked embarrassed and ran after him.At the moment when he slammed the door, she lay on the table, her thin shoulders shaking violently.
They finally broke up. However, he never met a woman who treated him well like her again. He knew that her kindness spoiled him and made it difficult for other women to get into his eyes.
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