Gifts for Anton

"Yanmei, where is Chan-Mi?" Anton asked, seeing his daughter was not around. She was not also inside the playroom with the other kids. 

Nari had come after Geun but Chan-Mi was nowhere to be found. 

Yanmei smiled at him and placed the roasted pork on the table. She winked and said, "She is in her secret room. Don't go there. Whatever she is doing is a secret."

The secret room was Chan-Mi's painting room, where she would spend hours making her work of art. Whenever she was there, there is no coming out, except for mealtimes, whatnot.

"Hmmm." He said and walked up to his wife. He pecked on her lips before asking, "What's your gift to me, mine?"

She playfully wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered to his ear, "Me. I'm your gift. The most special kind of gift."

They both chuckled before Lian appeared out of nowhere, bringing some canapes. "Jesus, please! Calm down your urges! Good for you, you don't have triplets to look after!"