"On the seventh day after moving into the An Family home, one afternoon when none of you were at home, I spent the majority of that afternoon preparing a table full of dishes for you.
Mrs. An, you didn't even glance at it and directly ordered the servants to dump it all out, with the reason being, 'Our An family doesn't lack servants; who asked you to degrade yourself by cooking? Do you want to anger me to death?'
Because I had used up all the ingredients that day, the servants couldn't immediately make a new dinner, and then, your whole family simply went out to a restaurant to eat, leaving me alone at home."
"I originally thought that we were only lacking nineteen years of time together, that we felt unfamiliar with each other because we hadn't lived together before. But later, I realized it wasn't a matter of time... Mrs. An, you questioned me more than once why I wanted to return to the An family, why I didn't just die out there."