Some people envy my happiness, saying that I don't know the price of rice, oil and salt is a kind of happiness, and that it is a blessing to have someone cook and stir-fry for me.
Of course, I admit that this is indeed a kind of happiness, a real happiness! But I also hope to have another kind of happiness, cooking for my lover and family, and then watching them sweep everything away with relish. Isn't that a kind of happiness and romance?