Breakfast was delicious. Mixed grain rice, braised mackerel, seasoned root vegetables, fermented napa cabbage kimchi, soybean paste stew…

Jeong-woo grumbled and complained about having to get up from bed and being forced to eat breakfast, but, all the while, he was shoveling food into his mouth. Their mother’s culinary skill was quite famous, as Rhea’s dishes were even well known amongst Yeon-woo and Jeong-woo’s schoolmates.

Yeon-woo’s father was crestfallen at the thought of not being able to use the computer, so he took out some of his frustration on the soybean paste stew in front of him, swishing it wildly with his spoon. However, he was soon scolded once more by Rhea. 

In the meantime, Yeon-woo just quietly ate. “…” He wanted to soak up as much of this daily life as possible. He chewed the food his mother made him and listened to the random conversations around the breakfast table. And then…

“Huh? Ugh! Where did the time go! Mom, I’ll get up first!”

“Take your packed lunch! Didn’t you say that your school’s cafeteria is being remodeled and that lunch won’t be served!”

“Oh right. I forgot. Thanks, Mom!” Jeong-woo urgently glanced at the clock before putting his bag on his shoulder and running to the front door.

“I’ll go too, honey. I’m...