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"I'm done!"

"Ugh~! hey! I told you not to touch the knife because it was dangerous. "You touch it in the blink of an eye!"

A laugh escaped my mouth.

Now this is probably my understanding and me in the past.

I feel it in my gut.

This is not a fantasy, but a memory from a time I lost.

The space... ... It's my house.

Some of the furniture is different from what I remember, but most of it is similar.

I lowered my gaze and examined the opaque body.

'Do you feel like you can't even see me?'

... ... It really feels like I'm 'viewing' fragments of the past.

Lee Hae-seong was scared and ran over to me, snatched the sharp blue kitchen knife out of my young hand, and made me sit down at the table.

"You just sit here and watch!"

"... ... "Why don't you do it?"

"What's wrong with your pronunciation? It's not 'no', it's 'no'?"

"It's because my teeth fell out!"

"Puhahaha, can you pronounce it with your front teeth?"

"Don't tease me! "I want to tell mom!"

"Lee Heon, come here."

"... ... huh."

"Hey, you're here cheering me on. "Shall we make a porridge that we won't know if one of us dies while eating it?"

"huh! "Let's make people drink more than they sell!"

"Looking at the carrot stalks you sliced, I don't think that will work~"

On the cutting board were carrots the size of an adult's fingernail, cut into very unique shapes.

It may be a curry, but it is said to be too large to be used in porridge.

"... ... too big?"

"Mom, Haeon, will be happy if you tell her that you cut it~ Let's just do it."

"really? "It's probably not true."

"Hey, don't be suspicious of trivial topics~ I'll show you my skills!"

C'mon!

Lee Hae-seong, who looked like he had just entered middle school at best, poured rice and water into the pot with a confident look on his face.

"Now, what should I do here...?" ... ?"

"... ... "Is there a plan?"

"Why is a child so good at pack-pok... ... ?"

Lee Hae-seong muttered softly, shook his head and lifted up his smartphone.

"Gye, why don't you have a plan? "I have teachers."

Lee Hae-seong, who seemed to be searching for a recipe, started seasoning without hesitation.

And a few minutes later.

Lee Hae-seong's brow twitched as he tasted a spoonful of undercooked porridge.

"what? This isn't it. hey. Lee Hae-on, eat it."

"The ssari wasn't ripe... ... ."

"I'm not dying, I'm not dying."

My complexion became subtle as I put the spoon that Lee Hae-seong had blown into my mouth.