Of course, I often miss the steamed bread in my hometown and my little bed.

It's really hard to work outside. You may only have that single bed in your own place. When I'm squatting aside for dinner at noon, I often think of toasting my friends in my hometown. Lying in a cold little bed at night, I often think of the bed at home, which is warm and comfortable.

I drifted for a few years, but I finally returned to my hometown, saying that I couldn't get along outside or that I was homesick. Anyway, I came back.

I feel good sleeping in a warm bed and eating a delicious meal.