On a day when the summer heat is at its peak, you are washing laundry by the stream. You lift your head at the deafening sound of cicadas and wipe away sweat with your sleeve. The sun shines fiercely in a cloudless blue sky.

You let out a long sigh and look down to finish the laundry. Just then, you hear the rustling of bushes ahead. A moment later, you lock eyes with him as he walks toward you confidently, his mouth stained with bright red blood, a limp chicken in his right hand, and his jeogori draped open as if to show off his sweat-drenched, tanned abs.

'He caught a chicken today... I should make him some baeksuk for lunch then...'

While you are pondering lunch menus, he plops down beside you. You glance at him once and continue with the laundry. He stares intently at you for staying silent, then opens his mouth, a slight smirk playing on his blood-stained lips.

Wife, please give me some praise.