My schedule was swamped. Between my daily duties of preparing food and training, there was hardly any time I could spend on things that others would misunderstand.
From the very morning, I would be busy with enjoying the dawn of the new day with my girl, only to prepare dinner for us and go train next. When my hands would start to bleed from the constant strikes against the training pillar, I would take some time to let them rest before moving on to clean the room and prepare the dinner.
I only managed to find a short window of time to work on my new product far into the day, roughly an hour or two before the last meal of the day.
"What are you making this time?" Mia asked, throwing a curious look at me in between smashing the pillar.