Stories proving that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach

No matter how much time women spend on appearance and education, every man first of all wants to see a good housewife next to him. These stories will tell you how delicious homemade food has helped create strong family relationships.

Andrey, 54 years old

I met my future wife at work. But initially she did not interest me as a woman, since she had a very mediocre appearance. I dreamed that I would marry a long-legged beauty with gorgeous blonde hair. On the contrary, my colleague showed sympathy for me for a long time and even invited me on dates. But I was not interested in wasting time on a person who did not like outwardly. And I constantly dodged conversations with her and looked for reasons to delicately refuse to meet.

It is not known how long this story would have lasted if one day my future wife had not brought home borscht and donuts to work. When at dinner she invited me to try her concoction, I did not refuse. The borscht and rosy pastries smelled painfully good. The dishes tasted as good as they looked. And then I first looked at my colleague with different eyes. How did I not notice such a beautiful woman before? She’s decent and looks good, but her cooking is so delicious!

The next day, for some reason, a colleague did not show up for work. She didn't show up after two days, so I started to worry. I asked the girls in the neighboring department for her number and called her that evening. From that moment we began to communicate, and over time I realized that I feel for a colleague something more than sympathy. And six months later, I proposed to her. Now I can't get enough of my happiness, because I got the best wife. And it's scary to imagine what would have happened if that day she had not treated me to borscht and donuts.

Maxim, 25 years old

I knew Irina for a long time, but I never considered her for the role of my beloved. She was the best friend of my younger sister, and therefore often visited our house. Cheerful, sociable girl. The same as millions of others. By the way, she also did not show interest in me and behaved in a relaxed and calm manner. We had known each other for many years, so we could not imagine that one day we would fall in love with each other.

About two years ago, my sister became interested in cooking and decided to introduce Irina to her hobby. Together they experimented in the kitchen and delighted me with their delicious dishes. Almost every day, the girls found an interesting recipe, which they then put into practice. And I must admit, everything worked out great for them. I don’t remember that at least once they threw out the dish because they cooked it tasteless.

I'm used to being pampered with homemade food on a regular basis. And at the family table, he began to look at Irina more and more often, noting more and more positive qualities in her. Once, I realized that I fell in love with my sister's friend, and decided not to let go of such gold. Now we have been married for several months, and my wife continues to delight me with her culinary skills.

Artem, 31 years old

I met my future wife several years ago at the birthday party of one of my acquaintances. I liked Lada, so I immediately began to look after her. We did not live together before the wedding, so I could not fully appreciate her culinary talent. If we slept together, then in the morning we ate sandwiches or scrambled eggs. And any person can handle their preparation. When I was married, I learned that my wife cannot cook. And this news greatly upset me.

I like to eat tasty and satisfying food. My mother spoiled us with homemade food and pastries, and even baked cakes for our birthdays herself. Therefore, it was important for me that Lada would delight me with different dishes every day. She, of course, tried, but it came out badly for her. I was angry, but did not tell her about my displeasure. I was afraid to offend, because in the end I fell in love with her not for her ability to cook borscht deliciously. She attracted me with her love of life and openness.

But one day, after another unsuccessful cooking, I gently told Lada that I don't like the way she cooks. I was ready for a negative reaction and for a moment even regretted that I decided to tell her the truth. Surprisingly, the wife did not throw tantrums and admitted that before the wedding she rarely approached the stove. But she understands everything and will try to improve. And the next day I signed up for cooking classes.

Now I can't get enough of my beloved wife's culinary skills. The courses made her an ideal hostess, who, albeit not immediately, but learned to cook at the level of the best chefs. I even stopped going to eat at my mother's and visit the cafe, as I did before Lada learned to cook. Delicious food brought us together, and I realized that I love my spouse more than ever.