— Don’t like my food? Get out of my house. This isn’t a restaurant, — the daughter-in-law, tired of enduring her mother-in-law’s reproaches, said.
— What’s gotten into you? Why are you acting so high and mighty?” Anna Mikhailovna looked sternly at her daughter-in-law. “Don’t like it? Then get out that door,” the latter replied calmly. Lena cooked fairly well. Even good, if one were to believe her husband. But when she met her mother-in-law, it turned out that … Read more