Is there any South Korean who could resist the temptation of steaming hot galbi-jjim and tender bulgogi on Lunar New Year morning?

Boosted by my grandmother's love saying, "Just have one more piece," and my mother's baseless encouragement that "This won't make you fat," I piled up meat and ate it.

The problem is that after a day or two, that delightful luxury for my taste buds turned into a 'heavy betrayal in my lower abdomen.'

By the time the holiday weekend was ending, my intestines were completely jammed up, just like a traffic jam on a highway.

I sat in the bathroom, rummaging through my smartphone while reflecting on 'what on earth did I do wrong.'

Eventually, unable to bear it any longer, I sent an SOS to my mother in the living room. "Mom, please find me some laxatives. My stomach feels like it's going to burst." My mom, even though she usually seems indifferent, always pulls out the philosophy of "medicine and food are of the same origin" at times like this. "My child, what is medicine anyway? Food is what heals the body." Then, she smoothly slipped a shiny jujube out of her pocket. "Try this. I heard jujubes are so good for the intestines." I was touched. I thought to myself, "As expected of my mom, even though she seems like a nag normally, she is a doctor when it comes to taking care of her children's health."

I think I heard somewhere that jujubes are rich in dietary fiber...

Admiring my mother's wisdom, I carefully popped the jujube into my mouth.

But at that moment, seeing my expression, my mother suddenly waved her hand and shouted.

"No! That's not the jujube! That fell on the ground in the yard earlier.

You didn't even wash it! How could you eat that! If you eat that, you're definitely going to get diarrhea!"

...Huh? Mom, so... was this... not because of the 'benefits', but

a grand plan to empty my bowels for 'hygiene' reasons?

Thanks to you, my constipation entered a new phase (along with psychological shock).