It was after she moved to a Chinese city called Qingdao for her husband's business that she began to live half of her life. When I lived in Korea, I couldn't find myself as a tiger who made children tremble in the gym because my face was endlessly small when it came to living, so my first life must have been easy. After moving in, I became friends with two Korean mothers who lived in the same complex, and it was the same here, but the foreigners made everyone a talent, and their cooking skills were also mysterious, so there was nothing I could not make from stored food to Chinese food. Although I was bad at cooking, I was good at baking, but I began to look sideways one by one by one by changing their food to baking, and I think the sight of them rushing at me without fear whatever they made, which seemed to slowly permeate my body. I remember that my life in China, which suddenly left a lot of time, made me diligent in many ways. If you leave your neighborhood a little, you will go to traditional markets that existed everywhere, buy numerous kinds of mixed grains or corn displayed side by side in a food stand, and make mixed grains rice one by one, as if it were a country life or an old person. In particular, black rice is mixed with rice, but when you stir-fry this and boil water, not only does it have a beautiful dark red color, but it also has a very savory taste and it is cute to see it popping like popcorn when stir-frying it. My housewife life, which started like a child's playhouse, is still evolving.