When the bus stopped at the terminal, my father and mother got off together to see me off. While helping me with my luggage, they talked about the precautions.
At that time, my mother had been worried that I couldn't cook, so she wrote two pieces of paper and put them in the mezzanine where I checked my luggage. She kept telling me how much water to put in porridge, how much dry rice, and the difference between the temperature of scrambled eggs and fried meat. But after all, it is the Internet age. In fact, I won't read what she wrote after all.
At that time, after all, I was a few years older and much more mature than before. I only promised Nuo Nuo, but I didn't really take it to heart.