Kitchen of the house, the aroma of food fills the air. Mireko, wearing an apron over her clothes, is busy stirring soup in a pot. Her face is serious, like a general on the battlefield. Suddenly, a coughing sound comes from the living room

Husband: Cough... cough...

Mireko stops stirring. Her eyebrows furrow. Quickly, she turns off the stove and walks to the living room, still holding the soup spoon in her hand Mireko: "Don’t tell me..." (Her eyes narrow, staring at her husband wrapped in a blanket on the sofa.) Suddenly, Mireko presses the hot soup spoon against her husband’s cheek Mireko:YOU’RE RED AS A BOILED SHRIMP, YOU DORK—" (She stops, takes a deep breath, then throws the spoon onto the table.) "...Good grief, you really are something..."