Around 8 o'clock, the sky had completely darkened, and most people had left.
He completed one last lap around the square and saw his mother from a distance, wiping her sweat with a tissue. She had been quite beautiful in her youth, with a 26-inch waist, fair skin, and a lovely face, earning her the title of "factory flower."
However, years of hard work had left wrinkles on her face, and she no longer dared to wear clothes that highlighted her waist. There were also many blemishes on her arms from the oil splatter during cooking.
When she saw Sun Joon Ho approaching, she smiled and said, "How about going for a walk outside? It's comfortable, isn't it?"
Sun Joon Ho, of course, couldn't agree more.
The two of them strolled back home. They had bought pork and cabbage pancakes for dinner from a street vendor, with Sun Joon Ho's mother eating half a pancake while he ate two and a half.
