Wife: Can you help me make the cakes?
Husband (m): - Noah... I don't like to fight with flour, the hands are then sticky from the test, I still get bored all...
I would learn to cook. If I die, who will cook the cake for you?
M (romantically): – You’ll die – and I’ll die... So don’t worry.
I will die of old age, and then you will die of hunger in a week.