The stories in the kitchen, the disruption of the rhythm of life, led to new emotional changes.

In the kitchen, the lights were dark, the woman in the workplace was wearing an apron, and her fingers were cold, and her husband was working late tonight, and the chef was teaching her to cook at the door, and at first she was politely nodding her head, keeping her distance, the oil pots were ringing, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to her side to hold her splattered hot oil, and she breathed and she didn't turn her back on her side of the light, and the slit on his side, and the sweat was so clear that her eyes didn't follow her, and her eyes were so close, she was breathing, her fingers were so close, her fingers were holding on to his sleeve, and she suddenly stomped outside the door, and her heart was beating and her eyes were still stuck at his lips.