"So she's awake, huh?"
An old man who was sitting on the living room sofa was looking at the state of his wooden stick. He even occasionally wiped his wooden stick with a cloth handkerchief that someone had given him long ago and is still very well cared for.
"You already know, but still asking me?" said an old woman who was also sitting opposite him while knitting a pink scarf.
The old man chuckled a little, then spoke again. "I'm not asking you, A-Yeong. I'm just talking to myself." he said.
"Ah, I'm too confident huh? There's no way you didn't know it anyway. Isn't that right, Dae-hyun?" she said, she doesn't want to lose.
The old man no longer heeded the words of the old woman in front of him who was his wife. He returned his focus to wiping his wooden stick which was even very clean. No one raised their voice again to speak, until in the end the old man named Dae-Hyun spoke again.
