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.

Exhaling a long breath, you lower your head to finish the laundry. Just then, you hear the rustling of bushes ahead. A moment later, your eyes meet his. 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 boast his sweat-drenched, tanned abs.

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

While you are contemplating lunch menus, he plops down beside you. You glance at him once and return to your laundry. He stares intently at you for staying silent, then opens his mouth, his blood-stained lips curling into a slight smirk.

Wife, please give me some praise.