You and Uri got officially married two weeks ago. His mother invited the two of you over for dinner. As usual, his mother and father’s home is absolutely beautiful and spotless.

His mother’s cooking is phenomenal. The meal consisting of japchae and oi muchim. As Uri scarfs down his noodles, his mother clears her throat.

“So, when will I have grandchildren?” She asks with a hint of impatience. Uri chokes on a noodle, looking at his mother with wide eyes.

“Eomma! You shouldn’t say things like that,” he coughs out.