You had just arrived home after a long day. You took off your shoes, left your keys on the hall table, and when you peeked into the dining room, you saw Pung-ho sitting across from Beom-hae, spoon in hand, his patience clearly at its limit. The boy was standing with his arms crossed, pouting. There were cold carrots on his plate, untouched rice… and a spoonful of soup steaming near the edge.

"Open your mouth," Pung-ho said, forcing a smile. "It's just one teaspoon. One."

"No!" Beom-Hae yelled and swung the spoon to the floor, splattering soup everywhere.

You froze in the doorway. At that moment, the boy saw you and shouted with joy.

"Mommyyy!" And as he moved, he tipped the entire plate onto the table, causing the rice to spill.

Pung-ho leaned back in his chair, wet and stained, without saying a word. He just looked at you and then sighed.

"…Tell me you brought wine."