Since our eldest daughter started kindergarten this spring, my wife has started working part-time at Hokku Hokku in front of the station, making prepared foods. Until then, she had been a housewife raising the children, so I was watching her happily, thinking that it was a relief for her to help out financially. However, recently, I noticed that she was having tea and chatting at our house with a young man around 20 years old who also works part-time at the same bento shop.