My other half couldn't cook before we met, and she was also a spoiled and delicate son at home. But after we got together, because I like to eat more, he felt that one of us had to cook and it was impossible to eat takeout every day after we got married. At first, I learned it first. I thought it would be easier for girls to learn to cook, but unexpectedly, the chef looked down on me and I just didn't follow the recipe. Finally, Big Brother had to go out and learn to cook.

As a result, cooking is getting better every day, and people actually like cooking. Finally, they actually said that they should not learn his major at first, but learn from the chef. They should be cooks by now. After two years together, everyone reached marriageable age. I thought about getting married, but he didn't propose. As a lesbian, we can't take the initiative to say no, so we wait.

Later, one day he was at home on holiday. When I came home from work, I saw a table full of my favorite dishes. Yes, it's true. Then I asked him what anniversary it was today. People say no, just want to tell me something, say that his mother urged us to get married, and then ask me if I can fix a date. I said yes, it's up to you, so I began to gobble it up, so there was nothing in my proposal.

Sometimes I feel that when I fall in love at a certain point, it seems that there is no need to make too grand a sense of ceremony. Doesn't mean what I'm going to do is romantic. I think as long as I feel happy, living is not important. As long as you think you want to get married, as long as you think you won't regret it, in fact, there is no need for two people to argue whether to get married or to marry someone you think you should marry.