“Dinner!" my wife called from kitchen, with an unusual cheerfulness in her voice.
I rushed into the kitchen, a bit puzzled by the lack of the usual familiar sight and smell. There was no warmth coming out of the oven, nor the delicious smell from fried dishes. Also missing was the bubbling of a boiling soup on the cooking range.
My wife opened the refrigerator, took out of a plate and pushed it to my perplexed face over the cold granite kitchen counter.
"Here you go."
Sensing that I was looking for some explanation, she added
"I am just trying to be that perfect wife you marveled about."
Suddenly I recalled last night, while we were watching a Japanese movie I remarked how much I would love to have that beautiful Japanese woman for my wife in my next life.
Then she handed me a bowl of cold rice, topped with a spoonful of wasabi.
(Chinese translation below is done by Google translation)