Quiet sunshine poured into the room, the gentle morning breeze ruffled the curtains, cicadas were chirping on the branches, and the sleepy man tied up his apron. The fried eggs gave off a burnt aroma in the pot, and the bacon was fried by the fire.
Two cubes of sugar are squeezed into the crispy coffee cup that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and the soft bread is spread with jam.