My grandmother went to work in Germany 12 years ago, soon met a German, married and stayed there. At first, she couldn’t get used to other people’s food. In addition, his husband had stomach problems because of which he did not eat fried, salty, smoked... In general, nothing tasty.

Therefore, when in the park grandmother found a hose with cuddles, the craving for delicious food took its own. Grandma roasted potatoes with mushrooms, the German refused to try it, complained that it was impossible to eat unintelligible mushrooms from the park, offered to go to the store for normal champignons and tried to throw out grandmother’s dinner, but in the battle for the potatoes grandmother won. For the rest of the day, the German husband behaved strangely: he closely looked at his grandmother, constantly asked about his health and even tried to touch his pulse. By the evening of the next day, he finally breathed out with relief, saying that he was very happy that it all happened, because he was sure that the grandmother would definitely be poisoned and may even die.