The day my mother-in-law ordered her son and I to have sex, I was stewing bird's nests for her. She thought the bird's nest I bought was too expensive and was a waste of money. I didn't say anything, I just silently poured away the bowl of bird's nests and all the affection between us. From that day on, I became a perfect AA wife, buying groceries and keeping accounts, sharing water and electricity, and even calculating money for a toilet paper. My mother-in-law was happy with this, until she was hospitalized for an emergency. The doctor held the critical illness notice, but I calmly opened the calculator beside him. My husband looked at her with a pale face, but I smiled. Don't look at me like that, after all, it was you who handed the knife to me with your own hands.
