♪ Little clean and fresh ♪

Bean petals, short-haired cotton skirts, young women travelling with one person alone. The screen is full of painful words, the grief of the balls. Kitchen, dirty aprons of various kinds, poor aunts who cook with a pot shovel. The house is full of headaches and deep-seated smokes. I can't live with this day. Besides, I'm not. Lori's only for a while, but Aunty can be years. When you think about it, little sorrow comes, and it turns into a river. Ten years ago, she became an aunt without having been able to dress up. I don't know if she wants to cook, but she has to cook. Kids eat dumplings. Then pack. This dumpling, I'm satisfied. When you're full, you can think. I feel like I'm going to live. I never had a chance to know what it was like to be a lost daughter. Well, when you're alone, the world gets smaller. Hyun-hye, will you live? What about three dishes and two spoons in two years? The new one started fighting again? Okay. If they're all done, buy stainless steel next time。