My husband is my Prospective In-law
Self-sufficient

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Irene and Erin were in the kitchen. Erin is seen preparing all the ingredients, to start teaching Irene.

"Thank you, Erin, you've helped me. Have you ever cooked for Ansel? She usually likes breakfast on what menu?" Irene asked who believed that Erin knew Ansel better than she did who knew nothing.

"Back you, Miss. I've cooked for Mr. Ansel dozens of times when he missed his mother's cooking, he said my cooking was similar to Mrs Bella's."

"Meaning I'm not wrong, ask Erin for help to teach cooking," Irene muttered with a sweet smile.

Irene was already impatient to start learning to cook, she was convinced and very confident that Ansel would love her cooking after hearing the story from Erin.

Erin is now starting to mention the names of kitchen spices first, because the science of cooking Irene is still very low.

After Irene understood and prepared the ingredients needed to cook Ansel's favorite menu, she rushed to begin her first experience in cooking.

Two more hours Irene struggled in the kitchen with Erin who taught her full of patience, finally Irene's cooking was ripe and ready to be served, he said, coinciding with Ansel who had just come out of the room was about to descend into the dining room.

Irene immediately arranged her cooking on the dining table neatly, a happy smile continued to decorate her beautiful face because it managed to make some kind of menu for her husband and she hopes that Ansel likes it.

After arriving at the dining room, Ansel immediately sat down the chair he used to occupy, his face showing a look of wonder at Irene, who had been in the kitchen since she went down the stairs.

"Are you cooking all this?" Finally Ansel asked to answer his curiosity.

Irene nodded. "Yes Ansel, I cooked this special for your breakfast. Hopefully you like my cooking," said Irene, full of doubts, he was not sure that Ansel would like the results of his cooking.

Ansel raised both eyebrows casually, he could not believe Irene could cook this much of a menu by herself.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Erin the truth, that I cooked it myself. Erin, who taught me to cook this menu," said Irene, trying to explain, as if she could read her husband's mind.

"Master, Miss Irene cooked it alone without my help" Erin, who was still in the dining room, said after helping Irene compile the food at the dinner table.

"Who does the cooking, it doesn't matter! I think the most important thing is that I have to eat before I go out."

Ansel's response left Irene heartbroken, because her husband did not appreciate the results of her efforts. Irene was only able to stroke her chest to remain patient, responding to all of Ansel's attitude.

"In that case, I say that you're resigning Mr and Miss, enjoy breakfast together." Erin left the dining room.

Irene sat on the chair opposite to Ansel's seat, she began to reach for a small bowl to fill with some side dishes. The happy look on his face was now gone, after Ansel had exterminated it through his words.

Meanwhile Ansel, currently starting to stir a bowl of bibimbap and mix gochujang sauce to taste spicy. Ansel began to devour the first mouthful into his mouth and immediately chewed it, but at once Ansel's mouth motion fell silent for a moment to feel the delicious taste of the bibimbap he ate, this good taste is familiar to his tongue, similar to the dishes that Bella often cooked long ago, when her mother was still alive a few years ago.

"The taste is very similar to Amma, delicious and delicious. It turned out that she was studying intently with Erin to produce such delicious food, even though I hurt her a lot," Ansel's inner being began to be touched while occasionally staring into Irene's face.

Irene glanced at the silent Ansel not continuing to eat. "Ansel, is my cooking bad?" her question was full of anxiety.

Ansel shook his head. "It's normal!" the answer lies because of the prestige to admit.

"Hmm, I'm sorry if it still feels so far away from what you want, but I'll learn more so that it feels perfect for your tongue."

Ansel did not reply with a speech, he only raised both eyebrows while raising his shoulders as the answer was up to him.

Irene chose silence and did not ask again, she resumed her activities to fill her empty stomach.

"Sir, how can I help you?" ask the waiter kindly.

"Take my suitcase in the room, both of them you put in my car!"

Irene immediately turned her gaze towards Ansel, after hearing what Ansel had said to the servant.

"Okay sir, do it." The servant went to carry out the orders of his master.

"Where are you going to take two suitcases?" Irene asked with her two eyebrows together.

"You go on holiday with my friends! And remember, you can't complain about my departure to Dad!" threaten Ansel with his two eyebrows that are linked to each other.

"Can I come?" Irene asked doubtfully.

"Can't! I want to go on vacation quietly without any distractions from you." Ansel sharpened the look in his eyes.

"I promise you, I won't bother you during the holidays. I'm tired of keeping quiet at home" Irene pleaded with a face.

"That's your business, not mine. Didn't you want me to marry you, so you can live in a luxurious house with complete facilities and can enjoy good food every day. Now just accept your fate of being the wife of a wealthy family, by spending time in this palace!"

Irene gulped down her saliva violently, and she was running out of words to answer Ansel's words, which severely cornered her.

"In that case, can I ask for money for tuition and daily living expenses? I have to go to college tomorrow, because my cut is over."

"I don't want to give it to you! Besides, I've spent a lot of money, to pay for the holidays with my friends." Ansel refused and ignored Irena, who was now more sad.

Irene's eyes were perfectly rounded, she did not expect Ansel's reply. "Why are you so concerned about your vacation costs, rather than your wife's own tuition?"

"What right do you protest? So now you're starting to dare to set me up?"

Irene closed her eyes at a glance, to harbor her sense of disappointment in heart.

"I-I don't intend to ban you, but I really need money to pay for the semester on campus and my savings aren't enough to pay for it."

"Hey, you are still young, still healthy, why don't you just work to be more useful and produce. So the woman should be as independent as Dyra, don't rely on asking for money and inconveniencing others!"

Ansel passed away leaving Irene who was silently staring with her head lowered deeply. He left without saying goodbye, just a rude remark Ansel left for his wife at home

Irene continued to stare at Ansel who was getting away from her.

"Now I have to go back to work, in order to get money for my college expenses as well," Irene felt a deep sense of pain.

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