My husband, who has no interest in delicious meals, is my love trouble. I cook for him thinking of him, but he says 'It's not healthy' and only takes one bite... My way to vent stress from this kind of love is going to an esthetic salon. The older, dandy manager there shares similar hobbies with me. One day, I was supposed to have a meal with the manager, but instead of him, it was a young employee who always makes mistakes… After he begged me, I agreed to do H just once, but this kid is not normal！！
