A satisfied smile spreads.

The diligent figures making pastries in the kitchen fill one’s heart with a sense of accomplishment.

“Darbab!”

“Ugh, don’t call me that.”

“You’re making cookies like you’re making rice cakes, and you’re saying that? You messed up when we were dating, and now you’re doing it again!”

“Isn’t it better to put in a lot of effort?”

“If you put that much effort in, it’s not cookies, it’s chocolate!”

The loving couple’s appearance, as if they had returned to their newlywed days.

“You know, Histania Malick, the quality of chocolate in the south is the best.”