This is a story that crosses reality and fantasy. The background of the story is that my son is the protagonist, and I imagine what will happen when my son grows up.
The photo on the cover is a photo of my son when he was two years old. He has been chubby since he was a child, and his hands and feet look like lotus roots. He is so cute that I call him Little Fresh Meat. Although this story does not have a bloody plot, it is full of family affection and love. It has a different meaning to me and has profound memories buried deep in the depths. I hope that my son can live a happy and happy life when he grows up, so I wrote this novel for my son.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
