With Nyaan supporting his shoulder, Exabe-kun awakens and transitions from a lying position to standing.
After fully waking up and becoming alert, I detach from Nyaan’s shoulder and say, “Thank you, and I’m sorry as always.”
With sleepy eyes, the two of them brush their teeth and wash their faces. Brushing their teeth side by side is a sign of a loving couple.
While Exabe-kun is changing, Nyaan quickly changes and prepares breakfast.
Four pieces of grilled fish (salmon fillet) are cooked, and the rice that was set yesterday for miso soup is done. Also, there is lightly pickled German-style cabbage (sauerkraut).
This simple yet luxurious breakfast is something that one cannot achieve while living alone, and the readers would understand that.
Even if Nyan is single, they wouldn’t make such a polite breakfast. But they do. Because it’s for Exabeku-kun.
At 6:25, when the fish is grilled and the miso soup comes to a boil, breakfast begins.
“Thank you always, Nyaan…” “It’s fine… I just want to make it… and it helps save money,” said Nyaan.
It’s time for love, but as the clock for work is approaching, I quickly finish breakfast.
Making bento, I gather together items like a cut of salmon and rolled omelet that I’ve grilled together in the bento box.
“That’s fine, Nyaan-kun, you can eat. This is for me,” is the exchange that happens every morning.

Japanese food in the Universal Century? A bento in the Universal Century? It might sound strange, but that is the kind of society it is. The presence of baths in Sodon-class landing ships is a remnant of that.
“Isn’t it boring… to have a bento?” Nyaan asks.
“If you get tired of the lunch you were given, that’s the end of the marriage. I’m enjoying it deliciously every day,” said Exabe-kun.
At 7:10 in the morning, Exabe-kun departs, and as the lightweight metal door opens, a light kiss can be seen. Well, the only ones watching are the Shu Machu couple.
Once these hectic two hours are over, Nyaan can relax. After surpassing these two hours, I’ll take my time to finish the housework and prepare dinner, that’s all.
Nyaan is feeling sleepy and dozes off lightly on the chair in the living room. Half-awake. When I look at the clock past 8 o’clock, I realize that time has passed and get up.
Quickly finish the dishes I left in the morning. It would be terrifying if anyone found out that the oven for baking sweets given by Lady Kishiria has been turned into a fish grill.
I do the laundry and vacuum. Hang the laundry. The bath is handled by Exabe-kun because it is ‘slippery’.
Cleaning all 4 rooms is a lot of work, so I’m only cleaning the two rooms I’m using. Before I knew it, it was already past noon.

“I have to have lunch,” Nyaan said as she stopped her hands and rinsed them. It is lunchtime. Eating lunch alone feels somewhat lonely.
I grilled four pieces of salmon for breakfast in the morning, distributed as follows: two pieces for breakfast, one piece for Exabyte-kun’s bento, and the remaining piece was for Nyaan’s lunch.
Shred the salmon, sprinkle it over cold rice with salt kelp, and enjoy a light ochazuke, then dive into the leftovers from the fridge.
Homemade sauerkraut by Exabé-kun. Vegetable sticks. The “water spinach” was wilting, so I quickly stir-fried it to eat.
“Here, Exabe-kun, I wish ‘you’ were here.” Nyaa…
If I eat breakfast, I can be fine without having lunch, but please think of it as eating for the sake of nutritional management for the fetus.
“I’m feeling lonely…” While thinking that, Nyaan is definitely watching the midday rerun of the melodrama. I must be pretty hooked since I’ve even recorded it on a storage medium.
The Nyaan style is to watch while knitting absentmindedly. I’ve heard that focusing on something makes knitting progress better.

4:30, the melodrama is over. I hurriedly bring in the laundry from the living room. The climate on Side 3 is always spring and a bit dry, so it dries quickly.
I diligently fold the clothes and return them to the designated place. I don’t mind simple tasks at all. It feels like the laundry for two people is done before I even realize it.
Nyaan envisions that this laundry, filled with cloth diapers, rompers, and baby clothes, will surely be lively.
I fold Exabe-kun’s underwear. I try to smell the scent from the crotch a little, but I restrain myself.

At 3 PM, I start preparing dinner, but I’m starting to feel a bit hungry. Ever since I became pregnant with this child, my appetite has been surging (excluding morning sickness).
I try not to eat too much for the sake of maintaining my style and for the fetus. Too much fat or carbohydrates can cause problems.
Suddenly, I look at the food shelf, and the “wakame ramen” seduces me. The green devil bares its fangs. Even in the Universal Century, wakame ramen is still going strong!!
“Hmm,” Nyaan is troubled… if I eat here, I won’t have room for dinner… excessive sensations aren’t very good… I’m in a dilemma.
After much contemplation, Nyann decided to make seaweed soup. By mixing dried seaweed, powdered Chinese soup stock, and green onion, and boiling it, the seaweed soup is ready.
So I warmed my stomach to trick my appetite.
Now it’s time to prepare dinner.

By 6 PM, dinner preparations were finished. Nyaan was knitting as usual.
The belly was not a cushion, but held a new life.
“I’m home” as the lightweight metal door opens.
When I wake up with a start, I see my husband sprawled across the living room.
“I’m sorry… I’m just a little sleepy,” said Nyan, wiping away drool.
“Thank you for your hard work today as well,” I say with a voice of encouragement. Though I am the one who is tired, being able to spend time in a clean place is thanks to Nyaan.
“Umm… you’re the one who’s tired.”
“Since I can go home on time, this place isn’t tiring; it’s not like the military days with three shifts.”
“Yeah… but ‘thank you for your hard work,’ you.” Nyaan’s eyes are sleepy but enchanted.
“I’m getting it ready now, so please wait,” I say as I head to the kitchen with my heavy belly.
“Sure, I’ll do it,” Exabe-kun says as he prepares the dining table. Exabe-kun sets out the plates, and Nyaan does the plating.
It’s a collaborative work of love.

The cramped kitchen in the apartment complex brings them closer together.
The two of them happily gather around the dinner table saying “Itadakimasu,” are a blissful couple.
All that’s left is to wait for the birth of our child…
What will today’s dinner menu be? I’m looking forward to it!
By the way, it seems that Exabe-kun really likes “Noritalma,” as he always puts a mini bag of it in his lunch.
Also, the kitchen in the Egunya apartment is a bit narrow, it’s repeatedly circling.
The Shu Machu couple has renovated their kitchen, and now an island kitchen is prominently placed there, but they only use it to boil water for instant noodles.
This is the full story of the married woman Nyaan. I have more to say before the next Zieg Ax begins, so I’ll continue another day.

That guy.

What is this!?

That guy.

That guy.

New wife Nyaan…

By the way, lunch on holidays is amazing.
We will serve you the Vietnamese specialty, French-style sandwich “Banh Mi”.
It’s such a luxurious sandwich that I’m confused about whether I can take a bite and chew it down.

Too much like a married woman…

Here it comes…

When I leave lunch up to Exabe-kun, he is so indifferent to food that he just gets by with a sandwich and coffee.
Nyaan makes a bento every morning.

I think tonight’s dinner will be spring rain soup and two Chinese dishes.

It’s consistent with the interpretation that Nyaan is working hard on her home-cooked meals.

Nyaan is working hard on cooking.
In contrast, Machu!!!

Speaking of which, there aren’t many bride characters like this in the Universal Century.
Good women either die or their partners die.

Isn’t it about time to live somewhere nice instead of just a housing complex…?

Someone makes it because there is someone who will eat it, including Nyann.
If I were single, I would definitely be having instant noodles for lunch.
However, I make it because there is someone waiting for me.
Nyaan is great, isn’t he?

I heard there was a flyer from a discount supermarket in Nyann’s room.
I don’t think I’m indifferent to food, meow.

I also want to be invited.

I like that I can interact with the Shumachu couple here, Nyaan.

Isn’t salmon fillet a luxury item in the colony?

I don’t know how much longer the relationship in the Japan arc will continue, but do your best…

It’s not erotic unless it’s a housewife from the apartment complex in the afternoon…

Of course, there’s Gihren’s faction and Dozle’s faction…

Pine me is delicious.
Pine Pier is… a bit tough even for Exabe-kun.

Without hesitation, Nyaan sneaks coriander into the dish.
“Stop it!” Exabe-kun says, trying to stop it.
The rift between the couple cannot be filled.

If you can make capul in a colony, then you should be able to farm fish as well.

Exabe-kun said, “I can at least make my own bento.”
So I decided to leave it to them.
It was a rather typical menu item of “a sandwich spread with peanut butter” served with “a single pickle.”
Nyaan has to make it every morning! From now on, Nyaan is in charge of the bento.

Zawarkurafuto? Is Exabe-kun of German descent?

When a child is born and it becomes cramped, we’ll have no choice but to move.

Why Japanese food?
Since there is a Chinatown in Izuma Colony, there should also be Japanese food.
Moreover, Japanese food gives off a feeling of being a married woman.

Out of the 4LDK, only 2 rooms are being used.
One is the love nest bedroom of the two.
The other one is the room of Exabe-kun, which is not used much.
Sometimes, you can see them working even on their days off.

Today is peaceful, without any naughty stories or gloomy tales.

There are days when I wish to eat my home country’s potatoes, sausages, and pickles.
On such days, Exabe-kun will prepare the meals.
Nyaan is waiting while doing knitting.
Brown German cuisine decorates the dining table.

When is Nyaan going to give birth?

Exabe-kun has a mysterious concept of always drinking milk after lunch.
I cannot bring milk from home, so I buy it at the milk stand near my workplace.

If Nyaan from the main story saw this scene beyond the sparkle, she would likely be confused.

I don’t want to see Egzabe-kun chowing down on gyudon.
I’m counting on you, meow!

A newlywed couple that looks incredibly happy, except for the fact that the baby in the womb is someone else’s child.

I’ll make a bento for Shuji too!!!
I can make at least a sandwich, you know!? Because I’m a new type!?

“Meals are not determined by their extravagance or deliciousness, dear sir.”
I speak to Duke M’qube Kyciria.
“Without ‘family gathering,’ the meal is not delicious even if it is a special one. A cake that tastes like poison is unacceptable!”
A wrinkle forms between Count Kishiria’s eyebrows.
“Ha-ha! Lady Kishiria!”
I admire Macbeth even while being scolded.

There’s no sign of Second Lieutenant Komori at all…
Lieutenant Komori? Lieutenant Komori?

The one who can resist the temptation of wakame ramen is stronger than me.

Next week, a rich Egunya is expected to come, but there is also a fear that the relationship might change.

Thieving cat del
I will make you fall into a brothel.

Nyaan has once fallen into a brothel, you know, Lieutenant Komori.
It’s a phrase that someone who doesn’t know that pain shouldn’t casually say, Lieutenant Komori.

When Nyann goes into the hospital to give birth, you will come to know the sorrow of a lonely dining table, Ex-Gaba-kun.
Even if I eat my favorite currywurst, it doesn’t taste like anything, you know, Exabe-kun?

Machu, make your homemade cooking too.
And Gundam is saying.

Machu Nozatsunanimishi
Machu Nozatsu Naninomi Meshi

That guy.

Surely there is a Conchi in the Egunyah room.
There is Halo in the Shumachu room.
A system of mutual surveillance has been established.

On holidays, we bake pies together.
It surely smells like meat pie.

Shouldn’t we invite Lady Kshyria to have her homemade Nyann dishes at the apartment complex?

Sad…
Once upon a time, Casval and Lady Artesia must have eaten the handmade sweets made by Lady Kishiria.

In the play, Nyann is eating spring rolls and Shuji is eating green onion pancakes, so there is a lot of Chinese food.
Home cooking must be different under those circumstances… It’s impressive that Tamaki is making gratin even though work is tough.

Hurry and give birth to a grandchild who can call dear Kshirya “grandma” so casually!
Are you saying I’m jealous…? Me!?