A warm breakfast had been prepared on the dining table. Shinhae saw steaming rice, warm soup, and several types of side dishes laid out. Jimin had merely taken out and reheated the food made beforehand by the hired help. Still, Shinhae loved the fact that someone had prepared food for her. She was still a child. She was starving for attention.

“Enjoy your meal.”

Jimin spoke as she placed a spoon and chopsticks in front of her. Shinhae vigorously shook her head as she took a big spoonful of rice into her mouth. She started stuffing her face. It might have looked like bad manners to others, but it didn’t look like that at all in Jimin’s eyes. In fact, she found Shinhae to be commendable for not complaining about the food.

“Is it tasty?”

“Yes! It is delicious, ajumma!”

‘…I have to get her to call me by a different title.’

She was trying to comfort Shinhae yesterday, so she had done the horrifying act of allowing Shinhae to call her ajumma. However, a small wound appeared on her heart each time she was called an ajumma.

“Hey Shinhae. Unni isn’t old enough to be called ajumma. Do you mind calling me unni?”

Shinhae tilted her head in puzzlement. There was a grain of rice stuck near her lips.

“When dad talked about Jimin ajumma, he called...