Going Into the World!

Located just south of Rocksville, Rocksville High School has many long-standing homes.

Most of the children here are born here and stay until they graduate from high school, then leave when they enter college. However, there are many universities within walking distance, so it is quite common to stay until marriage.

Jennifer's family has lived here for over 20 years. Jennifer's mother, Mrs. Jacqueline, grew up in a little town in Los Altoran, about 40 minutes south of San Francisco.

Jennifer's parents, who were married a few years before Jennifer was born, first rented a condo downtown and set up a honeymoon. Then Ms. Jacqueline became pregnant with Jennifer, and she bought a house and moved here.

San Francisco is close to the big city, but on the other hand, it feels like a cozy village, so everyone knows it on the street.

Of course, in the last five years, IT booms and business booms have attracted a lot of new people in the neighborhood, but not as many as other neighborhoods.

Jennifer's house is the biggest house in this quiet neighborhood. Located in a cul-de-sac alley, this two-story house extends 80 feet to the side, with two garages and a pretty big gate.

In the backyard, there is a pool and a large tree that rises in the sky to create shade. It is beautifully decorated with various stones and trees, showing that the landlord is interested in this field.

When I look up at the house from the front door, the outside is covered with granite, so it looks quite cool and luxurious. The walls around the house are also decorated with stones, making a nice harmony with the house.

Most houses at the entrance of the neighborhood are more than 50 years old, so it feels faded, and the trees that used to be planted are now more than 20 meters tall, adding flavor to the streets.

However, most of the houses at the end of this cul-de-sac seem to flourish except for one or two places that seem to have been rebuilt or renovated. Earlier last year, after Jennifer's family demolished and stretched an old building, Jennifer's aunt moved into this alley and raised the house together.

As the two old houses collapsed and the flat buildings entered, the price of the houses rose due to the effect that the well-lived people moved into the alleyways and the old houses around them began to disappear one by one.

I still see a new house being built.

For the record, this house was built by me in the construction sector. Jennifer's parents were quite anxious to get the house, but I was very persuasive.

"There is a saying in Korea that 'son-in-law is a child'. Ask Jennifer, she built a house for her parents in Korea. They said they were happy because they had a good son. I'm disappointed if you two keep saying no."

Of course, I haven't married Jennifer yet, but after a long time, everyone wants to.

And Jennifer and I have never had a fight or anything, and it's natural for me to act a little harder than my boyfriend.

When I said this, the two of them refused to accept it without rebuttal. Especially if Jennifer's mom was nice enough to hear me say, 'is that what you're saying? He said,' I love it.

Of course, it was obvious that Jennifer's father didn't hate it either.

I don't know who made it first, but one effect was certain. From now on, he really likes me.

Of course, before that, he seemed to like Jennifer's boyfriend a little more, but now he seems to like me.

There are very few who do not fall prey to the theory of my provenance that I have learned through my inexperienced experience.

I had a business trip to San Francisco today, and then I stopped by Jennifer's for dinner, and she called me and told me to come over.

When I arrived, I knocked on the door, and my mother and Jennifer welcomed me. I felt good about having someone to greet me and look forward to.

"John? It's been a long time."

Someone greets me behind your mother and Jennifer, and I can see every Mary aunt who's your mother and alumni. He said he lives nearby, so he came to hang out.

He said, "Yeah, my dad's on a business trip to Texas, and it's just me and my mom, so I'm kind of in a slump. I slept with her at my place. Help Mom make dinner, too."

I look at it a little curiously, and Jennifer quickly makes excuses. Who told you that?

Once inside, Jennifer takes my coat and hangs it in the closet of the door. It looked like a new color, so I smiled.

I would have knocked you on the ass if I didn't have anyone, but I can see a lot of snow... Haha.

"You're hungry. Do you want to eat first?"

"Is that so? I'm starving." I'm hungry because it's evening time. It's not that I don't have anything to eat, but it's hard to eat properly because I'm busy.

Moreover, these days we move to the dungeon, and there are a lot of complicated things, so we don't have enough time every day.

"Wow. What day is it? Are you dressed like this? It smells really good."

"Hohoho. Really? I was a little concerned that John was coming today. Mary here helped."

For a woman who cooks hard, before she eats, she says, "That's very tasty. 'After,' it's really good. 'All is well. I have a lot of' very 'sense of that.

"Thank you for your help, Aunt Mary."

"No, I didn't do much."

I am very thankful to Mary who is standing awkwardly. Aunt Mary is still having a little trouble figuring out how awkward I am.

Come on, people I don't know don't treat me easy. I'm not sure if it's my force or my status. Maybe both.

I sat down to eat soup and warmed up. A few dishes made from my favorite seafood inspire my appetite.

"This is John's favorite shrimp soup, mashed potatoes, corn, some chili sauce, and you won't feel it. I made it a little diluted."

There are many more traditional western soups that don't suit my taste. It's been a long time since I came to America, but I still feel like I follow where I was born and raised.

Jennifer knows that she doesn't like the food I taste, so she makes various "fusion" dishes to suit my taste.

So I'm even more like, "House rice.") '.

I don't have a personal chef yet, so I have to go out and buy one, but no matter how much I pay for it, it doesn't suit my taste. But I can't take all the people I meet to the same restaurant.

I prefer "cult" to "authentic." I hate sticky, gooey soup mixed with meat such as beef, turkey, and chicken. Of course, these soups were voted best here, but for me, they are literally saws on the floor.

Jennifer showed me the magazine featuring America's top 25 best soups, and I couldn't help but choose the one I hated. Ah, once or twice, of course, I eat because I'm curious, but it's not enough to keep eating.

"Hoho, you must be hungry. Eat slowly."

"Yes? Haha. I guess so. It tastes really good again."

"Oh, yeah? It feels good to be delicious. Jennifer knows John's taste."

Jennifer's mom must be feeling good after all the soup in front of her. I fly like this all the time.

"Come on, I like Jennifer's cooking the best. The food I eat outside doesn't suit my tastes."

"I don't know. I'm just trying to do stuff." Jennifer looks a little embarrassed in front of people as I praised her again and again.

I had a loving conversation while having dinner. As I pour out my words to meet Jennifer the sorrow of her mother, she exhorts me whether she feels well or not.

Especially since Aunt Mary's face is so jealous of you.

In this way, Jennifer's mother is like my mother. Well, this is the East and West.

"Ma'am, do you want to go somewhere else? I'll send it to you."

Now that I've done enough compliments, it's a gift. Now that you're here today, I'm going to give you a set. Hehe.

"No. I don't have anywhere in mind. And Jennifer's dad's been really busy lately." No thanks to your mother.

"Then go with your friends. You can go with Mary here. Right?"

I had a little luck with Aunt Mary next door. Aunt Mary is a little confused when she hears me.

"Huh? Huh? Me, too?" Mary is sure of something good about my sudden offer, but she is embarrassed as if she didn't have anything to say.

"Yes, you can go with your friends once, and then come back with your father later. No need to think twice."

"So... shall we? But I didn't have a place to think."

Jennifer's mom naturally has a positive answer because her friend Mary's favorite color is strong.

Honestly, Jennifer's mom loves to travel. No. Do all women like it?

She said, "What is this cake? 'It is a face. He likes gifts no matter how much he gets them next to him. Normal people's faces appear immediately.

"Hoho. I'm going because of my friend, too?"

In the end, I'm grateful to Jennifer's mother for not being able to hide anything good.

"Ma'am, if you want to go, go with them. I'll pay you whatever it takes. All airplanes are first-class. Make yourself at home."

"Oh my goodness. All first-class?"

Aunt Mary, who was listening next to me, was more excited. He wants to die because he likes it. Now, it seems that "What is the bread?" has changed to "What is the bread?"

"Haha. My mother's coming. That should do it. Aunt Mary is helping her a lot."

"Of course. Don't worry. I'm very good at that."

Aunt Mary was even more excited to help when it became clear that she was going on a trip. No one wants to do it for free.

"Oh, I'm sorry about this. Goodbye." Jennifer's mom accepts Mary's move like this. I have no choice. Otherwise your friend will be ridiculed.

"Thank you, John."

Jennifer whispers next to me and pats my thighs under the table. It's a habit to come out when you feel good.

I love that look on your face. '

Jennifer looks at me warmly and says, 'Thank you for taking care of my mom.' Hehe. Of course, you're the only one I can spend money on in America.

I was so pleased with myself that I stroked Jennifer's white neck without knowing it.

You have to go and look at people to make money. If you are not a family member, you can curse while spending money. You might like it on the outside, but you might say, "I'm a jerk."

They're my parents. 'He does not think that way. Of course Jennifer doesn't. And Jennifer's parents seem to think only of the good ones. Is this your family?

After a pleasant meal, I drank fruit, cake, and coffee, and time passed quickly. After having fun slicing for a while, let's feel different.

Aunt Mary quickly notices if I feel a bit tired.

"Why don't you go upstairs and get some rest? We'll clean this place up."

"Yes, and Jennifer's room. Jennifer, you take her upstairs."

He even told me to take a break. Well, it's not the first time I've been here, and I don't think anything's changed in Jennifer's room. I just want to go up and be surprised.

I followed Jennifer up and into the room. I think I knew I was coming. I cleaned it up a little cleaner than usual.

I squat on the bed and spread out my base.

"Ahhhhh!"

Jennifer smiles and sits somewhere next to me, staring at me and giving me a horse.

"John, thank you for today."

He says that and smiles. Ugh. I tried so hard to enjoy the words and the way you look at me.

When I am good at something and Jennifer looks at me with a respectful look, when I make a thankful face, and when I feel a loving look in my eyes.

I stroke Jennifer's hair and draw a line following her chin and nose with my hands. I like the beautiful lines and the feeling on my fingertips.

"Come on. Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle."

Jennifer gives me a little hug and charm. I know what I like when I see it. Hehe. Cute thing.

"That's enough. It's strange." Jennifer's grumbling because I've been stuttering with my hands for a long time.

"Hold still. I'm watching."

No matter how good the gene is. I like it, but it has a pretty face. Maybe I wouldn't have left my body on this face around here if I hadn't met you. I'm so proud of everything. What's the matter with you?

It didn't mean much in Jennifer's room, but we had a fun conversation. I feel refreshed after spending a long time like this.

You go to sleep, but there are guards waiting outside, and you don't sleep in the same room with Jennifer, so you greet them and walk out the door.

Jennifer and her mother will follow you out. I get in my car and I come back to my condo, and all of a sudden I think,

'Damn it. When are we gonna get him, anyway? It's a shame sometimes.'

Artwork Reviews

Western-style soup I ate on a business trip... It didn't suit the writer's taste.

It's most embarrassing when you ask what kind of soup you're going to eat at a restaurant. Why are you asking me this?

Shall we try something new for a moment? And when I did, I felt again that what I knew was the best.

And I googled the best soup, and it said, "Top 25 best soup," and I looked closely, and I couldn't find anything that I wanted. As I thought, writers' tastes are so... spectacular. It's less internationalized.

* * We would appreciate it if you could take the author's survey. Sometimes (especially in business), I think I write too hard. Is it more effective to use a scroll without having to explain this in detail? I have questions.