From this spring when my eldest daughter was childish, my wife started a side dish part at the supermarket in front of the station. Until then, she had been a housewife raising children, so I was happy to see her happily doing it at Nandakanda, as her husband helped me financially, and I smiled. I was watching. However, recently, her wife seems to be drinking tea and chatting with a young man about the size of a pigeon who works part-time at the same supermarket.
