A few years after I got married to my husband, I decided to start a long-awaited cooking class with the funds I saved steadily. It was a month before the opening, and things were progressing smoothly, but the security deposit was successfully taken away by the person in charge's skillful lie. I didn't want her husband to be troubled or worried, so I decided to have the landlord wait for payment for a month and work at the night shop. I endured the shameful days until I had enough money, but the man I didn't want to meet the most came as a customer...
