My husband who carries a lunch box with him in
the morning is happy. I also feel comfortable all day when he takes his lunch.
My husband grumbled that he was not tall
because he could not have lunch properly while attending an elementary school
in suburbs of Seoul in the 1960s. In a poor neighborhood, only about 20 percent of the students packed lunch,
and the rest went out to the playground to drink tap water to fill their
hunger!
Every time I hear the story that he has chewed a
handful of acacia flowers and caught yellow locusts and roasted to eat it. Perhaps the kimchi was
wrapped in a side dish of a lunch box, so could it be that picky husband never
carried it?
When the mother of same class, who sells sesame
oil in the local market, brought the hot pot noodles in the lunch time, the
children looked at their envious eyes and went out of the classroom. The friend,
who was backed up by her mother 's devotion, became a school’s honor student
and later became a doctor.
If I pack a lunch with great care like a friend
of a sesame oil business mom, will my husband who is an artist make a
masterpiece? Even though I packed his
lunch hard, 'Oh, I'm the one who packs lunch at
this age!'
Whenever I pack his favorite kale miso soup, he said with a grin 'Walking with a hot kale miso soup, it's good
for winter, but what about mid-summer? How come soybean paste soup that he has
eaten all his life is so good without getting tired?
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