A Thousand Roads, but Never Look Back

Ninety-nine days straight I made my husband's meals, and today I dumped a whole bag of salt into the pork rib soup. Less than two minutes after it was delivered, he messaged me: The soup's really flavorful today. Thanks for the trouble, honey. I scrolled up through our chat history. It was all this same copy-paste brush-off. I asked him the same thing I always did: How were the pork ribs I made today?