My wife and I have been married for four years with no children. The other day, we ordered a renovation for our home's interior. Every morning around eight o'clock, workers would come to our house to work. Among them was a middle-aged carpenter named 'Minamoto,' who was unusually quiet, taciturn, and had a scary face. My wife, who has been a full-time homemaker with little experience and is somewhat naive about the world, became strangely fixated on this carpenter's character... It was something like that.
