The smell of cooking rice wafted in. Gently opening her eyes, Dajeong, who had stretched, wiped the thick mattress with her palm. She could feel the soft texture of the woolen blanket.
At some point, Jeongae, who was sewing up the worn-out blanket, sent a new bedding set out of pity. After giving her daughter a new blanket without a trace of having once covered it with a worn-out sheet, Jeongae, feeling sorry, covered herself with the fallen blanket again last night.
She wasn’t going to take it with her to the afterlife…
Thinking that, she casually turned her gaze to the side. There, she saw an empty bedding with only a pillow.
Dajeong got up with a lazy body. She pushed the blanket to the side and, without a mirror, roughly combed her face and hair with her hands. Then she opened the sliding door and stepped outside.
The blue light seen beyond the main door was swirling over the yard. The smell of cooking rice mixed with the damp and cold air of early morning, making it more intense.
Except for the rice cooker and soup pot, Jeongae wasn’t visible. As she looked out into the misty yard, a strange figure appeared.
Jeonghyuk, barefoot and wearing crumpled white rubber shoes, was sitting crouched in one corner of the yard. He was there with his son.
Jeongae’s loose flower-patterned shirt and geometric-patterned pants, filled with his body, were bouncy enough to cover his knees or even his buttocks.
It was dark last night, so I didn’t notice well, but seeing it again in the bright light, it was quite surreal. Of course, despite acting quite fancy like a stylish farmer, the main background was a handsome man.
Descending to the main floor, Dajeong slipped on slippers and headed towards Buja. For some reason, Buja was banging his head against something.
“What are you doing?”
Approaching him from behind while sitting down, when Dajeong poked her head out, Siwoo cheerfully greeted her.
“Good morning, Mom!”
Even in the midst of being distracted by something, Siwoo was a polite and kind child.
“Did Siwoo sleep well too?”
“Yes!”
Smiling brightly, Dajeong gently stroked Siwoo’s cheek.
“But what are you two doing here?”
“Yudajeong, look at this. Isn’t it cute?”
Jeonghyuk, crouching in front of his crossed legs, pointed with fixed eyes toward something and chuckled. Even with a disheveled appearance that seemed like a magpie had just passed by, it was strangely refreshing.
Dajeong followed his gaze to what he was pointing at. Then, she spotted a white fluff rolling on the ground.
Perhaps weaning had just occurred. Seated on the dirt with a rounded back, there was a puppy with innocent eyes, blinking.
Nevertheless, the cuteness level was above average. It naturally brought a smile to her face. The same was true for Jeonghyuk. Honey dripped from his eyes. As far as Dajeong knew, Siwoo had never looked at her with such eyes.
“Cha Jeonghyuk, why are you looking at it so affectionately? Is it the first time you’ve seen a puppy?”
“Hey! It’s not a puppy! Its name is Doku!”
Siwoo spoke confidently. Then Jeonghyuk also protested, eyes flickering.
“That’s right. It has a name, Doku. Don’t call it a puppy.”
So Doku is a dog…
He couldn’t bring himself to say it. scolding a precious and cute being by calling it a common name like a puppy, according to Buja’s argument, felt pointless, no matter what it meant.
Anyway, it’s really cute. Indeed, the cutest thing is a puppy.
“But why a puppy?”
Asking about the puppy’s origin, an answer came from somewhere unpleasant. Jeongae walked out from behind the kitchen counter and said.
“I went to Bokyeong’s place earlier and got a spoonful of doenjang.”
Asked about the puppy, suddenly, it was about doenjang.
“Bokyeong’s? Are you talking about the mayor’s house?”
“That’s right. Bokyeong’s Doku gave birth to five puppies the day before yesterday.”
“Five puppies? But why is it here in our house?”
“Our dog Devil was scared and surprised, so Doku came and tagged along.”
So, it went to Bokyeong’s place to get a spoonful of doenjang and happened to see the puppies playing, and out of affection for her grandson, she brought one of the puppies. That seems to be the story.
Dajeong’s gaze turned toward the man who was playfully teasing the rolling puppy with his fingers. It seemed that the ‘our dog’ mentioned by Jeongae was probably him.
The time Dajeong arrived at the clinic was earlier than usual. Today, a counseling session was scheduled to discuss the results of Siwoo’s psychological therapy program, which had been conducted over two weeks.
Dajeong approached the door, making sure not to make any noise. Peeking through a small window above the door, she saw Siwoo solving a puzzle with his adorable hands.
On the opposite side, a psychological therapist, dedicated to caring for Siwoo, was meticulously observing each of Siwoo’s actions.
From time to time, she had observed Siwoo stacking blocks or drawing pictures.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
