As a foodie, I feel lucky to meet a girlfriend who can cook. She can not only cook, but also do it well. Before I met her, I was a thin man in my early 100 s. After I met her, my weight soared on the Internet and I became a little fat man. I make fun of everyone I meet. I'm doing well. I've gained weight recently. Although I was laughed at for being fat, I still felt very happy.
My girlfriend can cook all kinds of dishes. Today is Sichuan cuisine, tomorrow is Cantonese cuisine, and the day after tomorrow is Northeast cuisine. The dishes are all new anyway. Every time I finish the food I just served, I sigh what I want to eat next time. I feel that the happiest moment every day is to go back to my girlfriend's cooking place after work, eat too much food cooked by her, and feel that the food cooked by people outside is terrible and expensive. I often tell my girlfriend that if you lose your job, let's open a restaurant. I promise there will be plenty of food.
Last time I brought my girlfriend home, she showed her family a good dish. After eating, my family has been praising me and saying that my girlfriend is great. My mother also said that such a good girlfriend would kill me if she didn't marry home. I feel particularly proud to see my family so sure of my girlfriend. Now I feel that I can't live without my girlfriend.