This old man is so dumb! Almost missed dinner

Last night, Saturday, my wife was kind enough to cook a pot of fragrant, soul-warming, and stomach-warming *shaojiu ji* (medicinal wine chicken stew). Tonight, to show my "good husband, shares the load" survival instinct, I decided to proactively head to the kitchen to help reheat and add ingredients. I stylishly tore open a pack of enoki mushrooms, too lazy to even look closely at the packaging, and grabbed the whole bunch, ready to toss them into the steaming pot of *shaojiu ji* — "Stop—!!!" My wife rushed over like an arrow, her quick reflexes grabbing my wrist. I was stunned for a moment, thinking she was worried I'd get burned. But then she pointed at the enoki mushrooms in my hand and said with icy eyes, "Which end of the packaging did you cut? You almost threw the end with the black dirt still attached straight into the soup for a mud bath!" I looked closely. The root end of the enoki mushrooms, covered in dirt, was only about five centimeters from the boiling soup. If that hand had gone down, the perfect *shaojiu ji* painstakingly simmered last night would have instantly turned into "Muddy *Shao Jiu Ji* Soup." In that moment, I stood there with my hand full of enoki mushrooms suspended in mid-air, cold sweat pouring down my face, deeply understanding what it means to "almost be killed by one's own stupidity." 💡 Today's realization: If you don't have the skill for cooking, at least keep your eyes open. 💥 Breakdown Level: ★★★★☆ ❓ In that split second, was my wife already thinking about divorcing me?