From this spring when my eldest daughter started kindergarten, my wife started serving side dishes at Hokhokku in front of the station. As a husband, I thought it was a good thing that it would help me financially, so I watched it with a smile. However, recently, her wife says that she works part-time at the same bento shop, and seems to be drinking tea and chatting at our house with a young man about the size of a hatachi.
