📕My wife gave the lunch I made to the intern and ate instant noodles—so I bought her 100 boxes of it

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I was known in the industry as a gentleman—always polite, always agreeable.
After marrying Grace Kim, I poured everything I had into helping her build her company into one of the top 500 in the business.
But then, she gently told me she didn’t want me to hold any executive position in the company. Her reason? She wanted to craft the image of an independent, self-made woman and didn’t want the world saying she relied on a man for success.
I said, “Okay.” And so I quietly stepped back and started writing novels full-time.
Still, my mother-in-law wasn’t happy with this arrangement. She disapproved of a grown man staying home without a "real" job, convinced the elite wives in our social circle were gossiping behind my back—saying I was a man being “kept.”
So she suggested we fire all the household staff and that I personally take care of Grace’s daily meals and well-being.
I smiled and agreed again, “Sure.” From then on, I threw myself into learning how to cook. I even earned a nutritionist’s license—just to make sure Grace had meals that were not only tasty but nutritionally balanced every single day.
Until one day, Grace’s executive assistant sent me a screenshot from Instagram.
It was a post from her newly hired male assistant. In the picture: a beautifully plated bento, full of vibrant colors and perfectly portioned dishes.
I recognized it immediately—it was the lunch I had made for Grace.
The caption read: “The mighty queen has tamed the instant noodle demon and rescued the knight with a stomachache.”
At the same time, Grace—who almost never updates her Instagram—posted a rare photo. It was just a plain cup of spicy beef-flavored instant noodles, with a plastic fork in frame.
The caption? “A taste I’ve missed so much.”
When I saw all this, I didn’t even get angry. Instead, I smiled and calmly commented under her post with a single word: “Great.”
Then I immediately called a large supermarket and cheerfully said, “Please send 100 boxes of spicy beef instant noodles to Kim Group headquarters.”
If she missed the taste so much, then I’d make sure she got her fill.
After all, I’ve always been an easygoing, agreeable man.