The other day, my wife, who works at a travel agency in the city, was allowed to participate in a one-night, two-day "Country Life Farming Experience" training at her place of employment. She returned home to Miyage with fresh vegetables covered in mud, and I, her husband, greeted her with a smile, saying, "That's good." However, the next day, I received an email with her video file attached to my wife's work PC. I wondered what it was, and out of curiosity, I played it with a click...
