A story about a cookie with unclear self-recognition and encountering a glutinous rice ball with black sesame filling and soba noodles.
"You are the cookie, sister, I am the big bad wolf!" A certain woman put her hands on her hips and stood on tiptoes, shouting majesticly.
"Well, that's right. My big bad wolf, can you eat the cookie in front of you?" A certain man begged in a low voice.
Cookie, who suddenly felt that her status in life was 800 meters higher, resolutely agreed...