On a Saturday last month, when Zheng Do-yeon jumped up early and the doorbell rang, I thought it was someone who was working overtime and didn't have to work overtime. She told me that her younger son had a fever and had to go to the hospital, and that she was the only adult in the family who was not comfortable leaving her 4-year-old daughter alone, so I could go up and see her sometimes if I could. As soon as I heard that the four-year-old was alone at home, I told her I wouldn't go out and let her daughter come down. After a quick shower, the mother upstairs brought the baby. I told her to go to the hospital. I was with the little girl. I love little girls, but I don't have children. People who say they're very good with children are not home, there's no toys, there's no snacks. Maybe it's not familiar that the little girl has been quiet enough to make me feel better. I'll sing to the kids, I'll drink to the water, I'll get fruit, I'll have a bunch of drawings, the little girl will read her own book, and it'll be over in the morning. Close to noon, my mother called me and said that it's not her turn, that she won't come back at noon, and I'm sorry to bother you again. It's no big deal. It's not like you're living downstairs, you know. You can help. I can't let a girl eat a sandwich. The one who doesn't know what a girl likes to eat, and the other one is the most important one that I'm afraid of not having. There's a few chicken legs I'm going to bake at home. The girl's 4 years old. It's not easy to eat the whole chicken leg. In order to make it easier for her to eat, I cut the chicken leg down and cut it in tinkles with the mushrooms and onions that had been baked together. I can't believe the little girl likes it. When I had dinner, the little girl wasn't as casual as I was in the morning, and I washed the dishes and sang to me, so I didn't even know what was going on. When the little girl's mother came home, she went home, and I forgot the dish. Last week, she ran into the girl's mother in the elevator, and she said when she came home, she said that my food was good and she ate a big bowl. The little girl's mother asked me what to do and said that her daughter was very picky and rarely ate a bowl at home. I didn't think I was so popular with the kids, so I did it again yesterday, and I recorded it, and then I came to the house for a treat. Honestly, I forgot the last time I did it yesterday, and I'd really like to know what the kids like about it. I'm serious about eating it, but it's really soft, it's not smelly, it's a little bit of mushroom, it's sweet with onions and black pepper, and I guess that's what kids like. A mom with kids can try。
