April 2nd, 2048.0

It was another peaceful day. A pot of doenjang-jjigae[1] was boiling, filling the air with a tasty scent.0

“Lee ■■! Get up now! You have to go to school after you eat your breakfast!” Cha Ye-Eun called for her son, who was lost in his slumber once again.3

Of course, as always, her son did not reply, so Ye-Eun started to shout, “Hey! Lee ■■! Get out here right now!”0

“Yawwwwn!” A man walked into the dining room.0

His hair was tousled as if he had just woken up, and it seemed he had forgotten to shave his beard this morning. He scratched his stomach, looking like a bum. It was Lee Chang-Sun, who turned 47 this year. The biggest difference from his youthful self, the one envied by many, was that Chang-Sun no longer had an air of aloof strength and was now more gentle.0

“Honey, why don’t you stop shouting? You’ll yell yourself hoarse,” Chang-Sun said as he reached for a piece of a rolled omelet.0

Chang-Sun was still known to have aged like a fine wine, but Ye-Eun found him annoying from time to time.0

Smack!0

Ye-Eun smacked the back of Chang-Sun’s hand firmly with a rice scoop. “How can I not yell? I’m already busy as hell, but my only son isn’t waking up. My so-called husband isn’t helping me out in the slightest and acts all carefree. How am I supposed to not be angry?”0

Chang-Sun’s eyes wandered as he licked ketchup off his finger. “It’s because I came back home at dawn yesterday, but I still do house chores on the...0