The next day, my tonsillitis had improved considerably.

    I still feel dizzy, but it’s bearable compared to the day before.

    I regained some of my strength and woke up earlier than Yeonseo to prepare breakfast.

    Well, since I slept for two whole days off, it was only natural that I should feel noticeably better, even if I wasn’t completely cured.

    And in the end, he slept in Yeonseo’s arms.

    When I woke up, Yeonseo, who was still asleep, wouldn’t let me go, so I almost suffocated, but I somehow managed to escape.

    This morning was a fortified version of Yeonseo’s clear clam soup.

    I took out the clams, added green onions, garlic, anchovies, and kelp, boiled it again, and then added the clams.

    I was originally going to just eat it, but when I took a bite just in case, it was really tasteless.

    I was able to accept it because my body was so weak from being so sick yesterday.

    I feel sorry for Yeonseo, but emergency measures were necessary.

    For side dishes, I wanted to have pickled squid, two kinds of vegetable salad, kimchi, and grilled fish, but we ran out of mackerel.

    It’s been a while since I ate it, but I need to buy some soon.

    It’s hard to go to the market in person during the week, so I’ll have to order it by delivery.

    “Yeonseo, eat~.”

    When I called out to Yeonseo, who had been sleeping longer than me, the door opened wide and she came out, her eyes closed.

    “Ui… .”

    But as he approaches me, he spreads out both his arms.

    Even though he was curious, he opened his arms and Yeonseo hugged him tightly.

    “My baby, what were you doing leaving mommy behind?”

    “No baby. I prepared breakfast.”

    “Why are you packing my breakfast when you’re not even a baby~. Are you my husband?”

    This guy is talking nonsense because he’s drunk.

    He took a slight step back and poked her sharp nose.

    “Eunyunyu!”

    Every time I press it, this sound comes out. It’s amazing.

    “Your nose is flat!”

    “It’s so high that it won’t go down.”

    “If it really goes flat, take responsibility.”

    Yeonseo glares at me, holding her nose and turning it to the side.

    I tried to counter that with a clever tone.

    “You have to be flat to be able to take responsibility?”

    “…what are you talking about.”

    He throws a low kick while avoiding eye contact in embarrassment.

    I’m sick. I’m a patient, Yeonseo.

    What if I hit my shin with a hammer?

    “Now that you say that, everything seems better.”

    “It’s gotten a lot better. Thanks to Yeonseo.”

    “It’s a mother’s heart.”

    I think Yeonseo is sick now.

    Especially the head.

    “I’ll eat well!”

    I started eating with Yeonseo, who had just finished washing the cat.

    Yeonseo opened her eyes wide as she swallowed a spoonful of rice in a strand of pickled squid and drank the clam soup.

    “I think I have a talent for cooking!”

    Yeonseo still doesn’t know that clam soup has evolved into clam soup.

    Let’s just leave it unnoticed.

    It would be embarrassing to point it out for no reason.

    This is what is called a white lie.

    By the way, Yeonseo. Didn’t you even taste the soup you were making yesterday?

    Why are you surprised at what you’re eating now?

    “Totally delicious!”

    Now that I think about it, Yeonseo didn’t eat dinner yesterday and let me eat alone before going to bed with her, so I was hungry for a long time.

    The saintess eats slowly, her small mouth slurping.

    Even I, who tend to eat quickly, followed her lead and played with my spoon leisurely.

    There’s nothing wrong with eating slowly.

    Rather, I need to fix the speed at which I eat.

    “There is.”

    “Huh?”

    “I was thinking about this while making soup yesterday.”

    “What do you think?”

    The first conversation method I learned in this world, not in Askria.

    When talking to a woman, repeat the last word she says.

    I don’t know why, but I think that’s the only way to give the other person the impression that you’re listening properly.

    However, even though I actively used this conversation method until my second year of college, I was scolded for always nitpicking.

    “If Jinhyeon gets sick like yesterday, I have to do the housework, right?”

    “Well… I guess there are times when it can’t be helped?”

    “Even if Jinhyeon isn’t sick, I think it’s right for me to do a certain amount of housework while I’m playing at home.”

    Slightly ominous.

    Of course, since last week when I was away, Yeonseo has been vacuuming and doing her own laundry, including my outerwear, and drying it.

    Thanks to that, even if I just slept on my days off, the housework was still somewhat done.

    “You already work late, so if you make me come and make food for you, I’m a total glutton.”

    “I’m okay.”

    “I’m not okay.”

    Yeonseo asked me in a straight tone.

    “I want to learn how to cook. I’ll prepare dinner for you from now on.”

    Why is it that ominousness always defies expectation?

    There was another reason why I was in charge of cooking, aside from the fact that Yeonseo couldn’t cook.

    The thing is, Yeonseo has a very bland taste.

    Yeonseo, who grew up strictly and frugally in a religious setting, ate food that brought out the natural flavor of ingredients, with little seasoning.

    So, in the early days when we were hunting the Demon King, when Yeonseo would gather tree fruits and mushrooms and cook them for us, she just washed the dirt off them, boiled them, and gave them to us.

    Jenk, Arian, and even Bargan were forcing themselves to smile and chew, and only after I made them some dipping sauce that I found by chance on the mountain, were our expressions able to lighten.

    And cooking became almost my specialty.

    Anyway, that’s why I had no intention of asking Yeonseo to cook.

    Even if I had to do it, I tried to gradually acclimate my taste buds to it through my cooking.

    “Uh… Cooking involves using fire and a knife, so you should learn that properly when you first start. When I have time, I’ll teach you in detail.”

    “When? I want to help you soon.”

    Ugh! Your nature is so kind, but the result is so violent, it breaks my heart.

    Enduring the pangs of conscience, I gently consoled Yeonseo.

    “You just started cleaning and doing laundry. Especially, laundry isn’t something that can be solved by simply washing it in the washing machine. You have to hand wash the parts that get dirty easily, such as the neck and sleeves, and stains separately, so let’s do it after we become more proficient in the tasks we’re given. If you try to handle too many things at once, it’ll only get harder.”

    “What’s so difficult about that….”

    “The more you delve into the details of anything, the more work there is to do.”

    When things didn’t go her way, Yeonseo inflated her well.

    “You old man! Pretending to live your whole life alone!”

    But what can’t be done can’t be done.

    The reason Yeonseo is so obsessed with housework is obviously because she wants the title of housewife.

    But I didn’t want to give up my own salty culinary world.

    “I’ll let you know for sure when the time comes.”

    “…Really?”

    “Yeah, we go shopping together and then come home and clean up.”

    “Together… shopping?”

    Yeonseo’s eyes sparkled.

    “Yesterday, I saw a family or a man and woman shopping together at the mart, and I was so envious.”

    A new romance has emerged.

    Actually, I also have a longing for grocery shopping.

    “Okay! Dramatic negotiations concluded!”

    Yeonseo then extends her hand.

    I’m sorry, but the terminology you use makes you sound like you’re an older person than me.

    I also shook hands with him trembling.

    Yeonseo nodded and blurted out the incredible words as if nothing had happened.

    “If you don’t keep this, I’ll break this hand.”

    “Bar, I will definitely keep it.”

    As I shook hands, I felt that even our Yeonseo evil spirit contained divine power.

    The child is becoming more and more violent.

    “I’ll do the dishes.”

    After a leisurely meal, Yeonseo put the dishes in the sink.

    I was watching her from behind as she turned on the water and made detergent lather.

    “Jinhyun-ah. I’m going to put off cooking and focus on cleaning and laundry, right?”

    “…Yeah.”

    The reason why the reply was late is because Yeonseo’s back view while washing the dishes was so unique.

    Yeonseo, who has a large chest, was washing dishes uncomfortably, with her arms raised above her shoulders and lowered into the sink, perhaps because it was bothersome to move.

    Her breasts, which were naturally visible from the side of her small torso, showed small and large ripples whenever Yeonseo moved.

    I was staring at it like I was possessed.

    My gaze is gradually,

    It’s so refreshing.

    “If you’re going to do that~ If you’re going to do it, do it properly. Can’t I wash your underwear too?”

    “…Yeah.”

    I was still looking at it as if I was possessed.

    I feel like something important came up, but I don’t want to pay attention to it.

    What is it about this swaying that gives me, a man, such a sense of stability?

    Even though I have tonsillitis and feel a little dizzy, I can’t take my eyes off it.

    “Really? Don’t be embarrassed if you have any stains or something…”

    “…Yeah.”

    Wow, this time it’s shaking up and down.

    “Well, I think I’ll be in charge of everything eventually anyway, and it’s okay if there’s a stain on your underwear because of me, so I don’t think it’ll be a big problem.”

    “…Yeah.”

    “Jinhyeon-ah?”

    “… Yeah.”

    “Ha…! Hey, are you listening and answering correctly?!”

    Yeonseo, angry at my repeated words, shouted and turned around loudly.

    Unable to withstand the speed, her chest floated slightly into the air and showed off her excellent movements as she landed back on her torso the moment Yeonseo’s rotation stopped.

    10 points, 10 points.

    This is definitely a gold medalist.

    “…Yeah!”

    I nodded my head strongly and healthily toward that letter.

    Well, gaze healing is much better than divine healing!

    I feel like my life has been extended.

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