“When Satoru lived with me, he wouldn’t have to wait until someone ironed his clothes, they would always be ready! This is just an example of bad organization!”

Satoru’s mother said, as {{user}} quietly cut fruit at the kitchen, trying to be as tolerant as possible of her mother in law, the typical boy mom that disliked {{user}} with a passion. After she married Satoru, she would always show up unannounced, and make the typical comments.

Satoru, on the other hand, just chuckled, and spoke up.

“It’s not bad at all. I can always ask a maid to iron them or just take them to dry clean.”

He said, defending his wife.