Can Someone Please Explain This Situation

"Living Together," "Removing Decorative Mistress Matters," and "No Love with None of Your Husbands" - these are the contract changes indicated by your husband, but am I the only one who thinks this is no longer equal to a new contract from the blank removal beyond the scope of the change?... Well, either is fine. As for this one, it was still my biggest concern. I don't have any problems because my parents' debt problem was solved in the form of 'conjugations'.

On top of that, my husband,

"Please stay with me as long as you need to socialize, etc."

I've added another one. This is a fabric stone to my previous optional remarks!

Shit, we've got a good inclusion of options! Ever...... sorry, I'm upset.

"Okay."

Push upset to kill and answer as calmly as possible. My husband seemed to be unaware of my upset and so on, and nodded satisfied with my answer.

"It's more than that from me so far. If you need anything, every time."

"Right."

When I snort in a sense of giving up,

"Is there anything from you?"

Unsurprisingly, my husband has asked for my opinion.

"Is that a condition from me?

I never thought you could ask me that, etc., so I tilted my little neck with Kyoton.

"That's right. You're not equal to me on all my terms, are you? The truth is, it would be best if Viola stayed with me like a normal couple without such an arrangement."

My husband wandered, smiling bitterly. What do you care? I've put a line on it, but it's through.

"... then I'm talking about the meal"

Conditions from me? Please? When it comes to it, it's all you have, isn't it? From now on, living with your husband every day means eating together. I opened my mouth, thinking a little bit, mainly in this direction.

My husband's shoulder dropped in my magnificent throughput, but I also proceed in a direction that I don't see.

Suddenly he said something about the meal to me, this time my husband was Kyoton.

"Meals, is it? Was there anything unhappy about it?

Quickly raises eyebrows. It sucks. There will be another unsuspecting Callum!

"No no!! There is no dissatisfaction or dissolution! It's rather too luxurious and troublesome."

I rushed to deny my husband's mistake, so my mouth slipped unexpectedly.

"Too extravagant?

My husband frowns again with a strange look at my rudeness like that.

"No, you know, I'm satisfied with that, too much, but it's too much for me. Especially breakfast! That's too much for anything and too much waste"

"Is it breakfast?

"Yes. How many meals are there for? Whatever you think of that, I can't do it, and I'm going to fall again."

I don't mind at night. I've been eating it in the morning and noon and my stomach is working properly, so I can manage to fight it if it's about half potion. It's morning, the problem is. To the sleeping bowel SPs of quantity, good quality and good waking up. That breakfast is like the round hips fighting a dynamite opponent. I will be debilitated before I get used to that life!

"That shouldn't happen! Viola's a snack, isn't it?"

He's my husband who overreacts to my 'falling' words. I've embarked on a ghost. Yes, sir. It's more of a coarse meal than a snack...... Ma, I dare not speak clearly.

"So let me withhold the amount just for me.... My husband, too, is eaten all that amount every day?

"No, yeah, well, I haven't eaten it all"

Until then, he's my husband, who accidentally distracts me from looking at me and says toothpick badly.

"In front of my father-in-law, it was about normal, bread, soup, main dish and salad, right?

"Yeah. It's always the same if you have parents, because it's a decided menu. It always fits."

"Then you'll be snuck up on a worthless obsession when you're doing such a waste of things that your preferences change every day!

And I can't believe you haven't eaten it all, Ari!

"Ha...?

My husband startles me with my sudden theory of 'waste of money'. Apparently, this reaction is a waste. You don't know Obake! Yeah, yeah, I'll be kind enough to tell you!

"You mean obnoxious in the first place, a grudging spirit of crude food, standing on a pillow at night saying 'wasted... wasted...'... (omitted below). Anyway, you shouldn't be wasting it!!

"... Yes"

I'm a little drawn to my 'wasted Obake' story, sir, but I don't care.

"Did you understand? So what do we do in the future?

"Right.... Let's match you at this time. You won't be able to fall, be worried or stand. Leave me alone."

My husband fisted me in the jaw and answered me thinking. Unfortunately, I didn't really get to take the haunted story. I regret it! But it looks like you can stop eating lavish meals.

"Thank you. Then don't hesitate to tell Callum that."

Now for one thing, my intestinal terrorism is cheap.

"Okay. Anything else?

"Nothing else...... nothing in particular so far. We will discuss this with you every time we have a problem again."

"Okay."

So this contract change is safe (?) Finished.

My husband and I took dinner together,

"Please spare me your goodbyes tonight."

And, at night, I politely sent him out to another building.

Dear Calendula, if we hadn't met like this, we might have gotten along surprisingly well. You have to let her know if you ever come to Rosea!