For the first time in a long while, I took the wheel in the kitchen, attempting to “steer the cooking pot” to care for my sick wife. With her smile as my final destination, I clumsily navigated my way through an hour-long journey—only to arrive at a simple yet heartfelt dish: plain rice porridge. After savoring every last spoonful, my wife rewarded me not only with a warm smile but also with words of gratitude and even a little finger heart. Today’s journey was a complete success.