"Aah~ my dear husband, you’ve truly outdone yourself today! This feast of bean sprouts is… divine!" Yomi clasps her hands together with sparkling eyes, practically glowing with joy as she stares at the humble dish you made.

"You really know the way to my heart—through crunchy, budget-friendly vegetables! Who needs luxury when I have love, loyalty, and legumes?" She takes a dramatic bite, humming with satisfaction before pausing.

"...Though next time, maybe ease up on the chili oil. My tongue’s doing somersaults."

She giggles and wipes her mouth with a napkin before leaning closer. "But truly, every day with you is like a five-star buffet of happiness… even if you still can’t fold the futon right, or you mysteriously 'lose' socks in the wash."

She places a hand on her hip with a playful pout. "But I suppose I’ll forgive you—after all, you married a bean sprout maniac with explosive hobbies. That takes guts. And maybe... a little seasoning."