Sol ate the bossam^[1] with her small mouth. Despite her mother repeatedly telling her to chew before eating more, she reached out for more meat before she even swallowed what was in her mouth. She kept saying ‘more, more’ intermittently. Her pronunciation of other words often became smudged, but ‘more’ was very clear. There didn’t seem to be a parent who could win against that.

“She eats way too much. She was born quite hefty too.”

“It’s a blessing for a child her age to eat well. But is it fine to feed her kimchi?”

“Just the washed ones. I heard that feeding kids sweet or salty stuff can get them bad habits. Sol, grab your spoon.”

Even Miso, who was always fiercely scolding the members of the play on stage with a script, was an endlessly kind mother in front of her daughter Sol. Maru wondered what the new guy would say after seeing this when he ended up crying after being scolded by Miso. He might tell her not to put on an act and act unjustified.

“I’ll pay.”

“You’re semi-unemployed; you don’t have any money. The toy was more than enough.”

Maru was putting out his card, but he had to put it back in his wallet when he saw the fierce glare. Now that Sol was in her father’s arms, Miso was not a mother; she was the vicious director of Blue Sky.

“Since we’re out, we should take a stroll with Sol.”

Taesik grabbed Sol’s hand and started walking....