Made my MIL her lunch from rancid lard

I (26M) and my fiancèe (28F) are staying at my MIL’s (57F) house for a couple of weeks.

Little to say, that after a couple of days of being her best, she started to make our stay here a living hell.

She is always complaining, always angry and criticizing anything we do. We wanted to make her a nice meal the other day (our hobby is cooking).

She already ate that food made by us, once she was in visit to us and she loved it.

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