"That wicked bitch." I covered my ears. Today would be the last day I'd have to hear that voice coming from that mouth. "That damned thing is covering her ears? I picked up trash like you and took you in, and instead of being grateful, you dare!" "Oh, thank you so much. Is that better?" I finally removed my hands from my ears. Perhaps not expecting this reaction from me, the woman in front of me—my so-called mother-in-law—trembled with rage. "Wh-what?" "I said thank you. Is that a problem too?" "No... you... you...!" "Well. This is only until today anyway. Thank you so~ much for everything, Mother. I hope you and that wonderful son of yours live happily ever after." I turned my head sharply. I approached the pregnant woman standing there confidently, seemingly unfazed by all this. "Unnie." "What. Are you going to slap me now? For stealing your husband and everything that was yours?" "No. I wanted to thank you." "What?" "Steal? No. I handed him over. You can have the trash. Oh, and that bastard... he can't perform as a man... so whose child is in your belly, unnie?" *** Never in history has there been such a trashy family. A mild sweet potato for the sake of cider. Today, you will experience the feeling of your insides being completely cleared out with cider. The ultimate makjang of makjang, the best makjang novel that transforms into ssamjang!