"What happened to last night's leftovers?"
Mavario walked out of the kitchen and asked Gaspol, who was working in the living room.
Without even looking up, Gaspol answered, "I got hungry while working late last night, so I ate them."
"All of them?"
"Yes."
"Seriously, couldn't you have saved me some?"
"Sorry, I didn't think of that." Gaspol looked up at Mavario. "I'm not used to having a roommate yet."
Her answer was sincere. What she meant was, I wasn't deliberately ignoring your existence. I just haven't learned how not to ignore you yet.
Mavario walked over to the coffee table. Beneath it were two trash cans filled with pig's feet and chicken feet. Xili had also made them some braised food last night.
Seeing this, Mavario bent down and began clearing out the trash cans.
Gaspol looked a little uncomfortable. "Sorry..."
"It's fine. I know you're not used to cleaning up after yourself."
"No, I can do that. I just wanted to finish my work first."
"But you need a decent environment to work in. Do you like working in a garbage dump?"
"Of course not."
The Divine Son finished dealing with the trash cans. The reason he hadn't wanted servants when he lived here before was that he had acquired basic housekeeping skills while looking after his grandfather on their travels. At the very least, he wouldn't let himself live in a "pigsty."
Clearly, however, his fiancée was different.
Gaspol wasn't quite comfortable with the situation. She was a workaholic, and she resented this marriage even though she had no choice but to accept it. All that was true, but she wasn't severely autistic like Philomina. She had social skills, so she knew something was wrong with this situation.
The Divine Son said, "How about this? I'll clean