Overview

I have always hated my father. It was when I was little that my mother left the house with a sympathy for her father, who took a domineering attitude when she got drunk and replaced her. One day, my father, who runs a Japanese restaurant that has been in the red for many years, brought a beautiful woman. And, for a moment, my father suddenly left the house, even though I was confused by the woman who was flirting with my father without worrying about the eyes. Then I will live with the woman for a while ...