Trapped In The Body of a Hated Wife

Cannot Cook.

Is mending me dead again? Kill in ri with this body?

Or I'll use this body to get revenge on the bastard Carl and the jal4ng Betrix! Ah, true! Come on, revenge!

"Katlina! Don't test my patience. Take my clothes and go to the kitchen." Eric was upset to see his wife daydreaming. When this afternoon he came to the prison to bring his wife back home, his wife's body suddenly collapsed in front of him. He did get a report if in prison his wife too often fainted and his body looks weak.

"D-where's the shirt?" ask Amber.

"You don't see next to you!"

Amber's eyes turned to the side, "Ah.." she opened the closet looking for clothes for the man who claimed to be her husband. He is a designer of clothing and jewelry. He combined a dark blue top and black long pants. A moment! Isn't this guy paralyzed, what to wear shorts?

"Do you want to wear shorts or long pants?"

"Long!"

"OK." Amber pulled the trousers she had chosen. After being satisfied with her choice, she approached the man in the wheelchair. "It."

Eric snatched his clothes, he pushed his wheelchair into the dressing room. "You go, mama says cook for everyone. I'll be home from the company soon."

A cook? Lv? Die already!

Amber stepped out of the room hesitantly, she glanced to the right trying to walk in that direction. "Why should the house be big? Where's the kitchen trying?"

"Miss, what are you doing?"

Amber hops in a kanget, "A-anu, go to the kitchen."

"Maybe Madam hasn't come to this house in a long time, did you forget where the kitchen is?" ask the house assistant.

Amber nodded.

"Through the living room, then turn right."

"Ah... Ok. Your master's in the room, uh my husband, what's going to eat together at the dinner table?"

"Oh, Mr. Eric. Usually Mr. Eric was always in the army camp, but since Mr. Paralyzed's feet he often ate here and joined other families."

So he's a soldier, his name's Eric.

The house assistant twitched his forehead, "Have you forgotten, Madam? 8 Months ago you were proven to push your husband off the stairs."

"Just try to remember, thank you." Amber walked straight through the living room and then turned right, there the middle-aged woman who was snapping at her was standing in front of vegetables and other ingredients. He's chopping onions on a cutting board.

"Mah-mah, I'm coming." Amber hesitates to call Mama but it seems like the paralyzed man also called mama.

Keth turned around, "Clean these vegetables. Then cook, my husband and youngest son and my daughter will be home soon from the Company."

Damnit damnit! All I can do is cook the same toast! A vegetable? Uh!

"Why are you still dumb?"

"Well, there's no home assistant huh. Why aren't they cooking?"

"You pretend you don't remember! Your father-in-law doesn't like processed food, we have to cook!"

Ribet really has a spoiled father-in-law! Hello, cooking dishes, especially I have been used to being assistant at home. Here, make cooking! Amber continued to grumble in her heart.

"Well, tonight let me cook it all. Mama mending ready to dance, later pas Papa-in-law comes mama already beautiful." Her sweet mouth started to come out.

"really? Is Mama still pretty?"

"Uh. very pretty. Be careful Mah, if you rarely dress up later Papa-in-law smitten a sexy woman out there."

"Husse! That mouth! Yes, mama resigned this is all the same as you."

"Yes." Yeah."

The mother-in-law sauntered away from the kitchen, Amber walked out of the kitchen wobbly looking for the house assistant earlier. When he found her he pulled the assistant and told her to start cooking. "I paid 10 bucks, okay," bargained the woman a lot of sense.

The assistant nodded with a smile and started cooking quickly.

"Remember, silence! Tell me I'm cooking. stttt!" Amber put one on her lips.

Without Amber knowing, Eric was peeping at her from behind the wall. "What's wrong with her? He used to be very good at cooking?"