“What do you mean? I don’t think I’ve seen a kid this cute since Jimin.”

“… I’m pretty sure I wasn’t a cute child.”

Jimin tried to prevent a blush from forming on her face as she weakly tried to protest. However, her mothers had started thinking about the past, and her protests were very powerless against them.

“What do you mean? You were so cute when you were little. When I saw you for the first time, I had thought that you were a little angel. Compared to my boring son...”

Hweeyoung conjured up memories of someone. She propped her chin up in her hand, as she spat out her grievance. 

“You are blessed. He is reliable, so why are you complaining? It is better than being a playboy that stirs up trouble each time the wind blows.”

“What do you mean? I’d rather my son have a lively personality. He always says he has things to do, remains stiff, and never relaxes his eyes.”

A small spark passed between the gazes of the two women, and Jimin let out a bitter laugh again. She carefully moved away a little bit since she didn’t want to get pulled into their verbal sparring. However, there was a factor that got in the way of their argument.

“Thank you for the meal!”

While Jimin, Hweeyoung, and Aiin conversed with each other, Shinhae...