Have a Meal Before You Go

I was on my way to shopping at the dinner market.

After a while, Chulho, who came back with a whole bunch of them, looked up at the sky, saying that Chabel's chest was loose in the marketplace.

Suddenly, the moon was floating in the middle of the sky.

The wind got a little cooler, and as the world became quieter, I suddenly remembered a glass of wine.

Booze.

Sometimes, there are days when I want to stumble and stumble drunk without a reason, even if nothing pleasant or sad happens.

Beer and soju are good on those days.

Maybe if we go back to the diner, we'll have some rice cakes we haven't finished yet. What's the best part about not picking up?

In Cheolho's head, such foods passed by. Hot soup dishes might be good for a drink.

Or fish. You can skip the banquet and grill a well-cooked zipper shell.

How 'bout some steak?

Education is also good. It won't be too burdensome, but it will give you plenty in your mouth.

Chulho, who was walking thinking like that, suddenly snorted.

It smells delicious.

There's a paved wagon on the other side, circling back and forth.

[Cock-a-doodle-doo]

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Grilled skewers.

In the past, there used to be a lot of places to sell grilled skewers. It's because the smell of burning spicy seasoning has stopped the passing step.

It was also in front of the grilled skewers that stopped the steps of Iron Hoe, who had just left for a walk.

After leaving the Seodaemun Market, there was a paved wagon on a remote road to a rice restaurant.

The time is approximately 11: 30 p.m. I don't know if my business will be successful when there are no people around.

Chulho opened the tent of the packaged wagon and stepped inside.

“Welcome!”

The man who looked like a host shouted cheerfully and hit him.

“Hello."

- I realized something was awkward. Well, I've always been greeted this way.

Here you go.

Shall we go over the menu?

The interior of the packing wagon was simple.

No chairs, one tall wooden table. I had to eat standing up.

There was an iron grill on the hot looking charcoal. There, all kinds of skewers were getting ripe and persistent.

The first thing that caught my eye was also a chicken skewers. Stir the chicken into a mouth-sized piece and roast it in charcoal. The white chicken skewers look like they're baked with salt, and the seared ones look seasoned.

Chicken?

Cheolho tilts his head. Chicken is quite expensive meat. It must be hard to make a profit on a wagon like this.

“Give me two of those. ”

Cheolho decided to try it first. I ordered one chicken skewers with salt seasoning.

The second one looks like a sheepskate.

I know the smell of lamb skewers. The sheep skewers seem to be one of a kind, but the surface seems to ripen nicely.

However, Chulho had no choice but to swallow his saliva while watching the next skewer.

Right away.

A chicken skin skewer.

“Chicken skin? ”

When Cheolho asked, the host nodded.

“Yay! You want some? ”

“Give me five of those. ”

“Yay!”

Pleasant host.

Cheolho stood at the table and waited for his plate to come out. On the side of the skewering iron is a large barrel of fish cakes made of iron.

It was like a structure that would be convenient if I thought of Tteokbokki in the old packaged wagon.

I took out a fish lodged in a long wooden skewer. It is very well cooked, and I dipped the soy sauce next to it into the ground and asked him a question.

It's hot.

The flavor of fish cakes that are delicious, even with marmalade, came from the sole nose. Originally this fish cake, soup is really, really good food. Chulho smiled as he drank the Horlock Horlock along with the fish soup in the paper cup.

“Here it is! ”

The host's plate was full of skewers. Cheolho turned his back and forth.

[Soju: $4]

[Beer: $5]

The price is also fairly strong as a packaged wagon. But I can't get drunk.

“A soju, please. ”

“Yay!”

The host shouted excitedly and left the wagon and brought a bottle of soju.

Soju is falling into different paper cups. Whenever I hear the sound from the new soju bottle, I feel drowsy.

Here you go.

We're ready.

First, Cheolho reached out his hand with a chicken skin skewer that he could never take his eyes off.

How about seasoning?

There is no seasoning.

These peel skewers were roasted only with salt and pepper liver. The surface was slightly burnt. You hear the fat boiling in the peel as you raise your ears.

Chulho carefully poured a glass of soju into his mouth.

The cold soju flavor spread in my mouth. Soju, which is sweet and cheap, flowed down my neck quickly.

And a chicken skin skewer.

Crisp!

I chewed the crunchy, one-mouthed steel tightly. Moderately salty, moderately baked

Chicken skin full of fat was actually a bad area for health. But what is not always good for your health is always tasty.

The more I chewed, the better I felt the taste of salty fat.

Chulho quickly finished his chicken skin skewers and poured another glass of soju into his mouth.

Here you go.

White innards are now charming chicken skewers. Bite one big bite, and it smells like chicken. Hook! It spread. It became smoke, and a very good cock skewers were made.

Cheolho did not like the seasoned type. It was because I prefer grilled salt to taste the ingredients.

However, both of these skewers taste good.

Grilled salted chicken tasted very good, and grilled marinade tasted sweet but slightly spicy sauce.

Soon after eating the three skewers, Chulho glanced at the host's face.

Very well done. Perhaps if you add some ingredients from Chulho to this skewer, it will taste better.

But it didn't come out simply because it might be an excuse.

This time it's sheep-forks.

Sheep Skewers always have a uniform flavor. He bites a mouthful of unfortunate lamb skewers all the time, trying to kill a skewer in a heartbeat.

Have another soju.

And then there's the sheep skewers.

If you eat it and put it away, the skewers quickly reveal the floor.

Soju was still half a bottle.

About that time.

We've got company.

Cheolho turned his head to check on the guest.

“Oh?”

“Oh.”

He smiled and greeted the familiar face.

“It's been a while.”

“Yes, it's been a long time. ”

The new man was Musabi.

“Welcome! Great King!”

The landlord yelled at me at the age of four.

The Great King?

Cheolho only realized the identity of the host. Originally, it would have been easy to check with the Detect Eye, but I did not think it was necessary.

The host was also a widow.

“How's business? ”

Musabi asks the doppelganger.

“I feel sorry for you all the time! ”

It was a complete answer. Cheolho shook his head, smiling and shaking his bottle at Moussabi. Moussavi gives out a paper cup as if he was waiting.

Chulho filled my glass.

“I've never seen a skewers in here before. ”

“Ah, it's probably the first time here. I do business every day in a different location. ”

Moussavi nods.

“There's not much of a crowd here, not much of a business! ”

The host shouted cheerfully. Cheolho smiled.

“You're such a gecko. ”

“Yes.”

Musabi suddenly said to his host as if he had suddenly remembered.

“Since I met my friend today, will you give me that? ”

“That's what you mean? ”

The host asked with a sly smile.

“Yeah, that's the thing. ”

“I understand!”

The host took out a new cask of materials.

The writhing, wriggling material was chitterlings.

The host pulled out the grill and placed a large iron plate. At the same time, he fueled the charcoal and lit a fire.

Tsk, tsk!

Then, without incident, I started to bake it on the iron plate. Since Chulho had seen the creaking of the chipmunks for a very long time, he smiled and watched.

“Town-!

The host takes a small breath and spits it out.

Glug glug!

A flame bursts from your mouth. The top of the chitterlings began to ripen quickly. The chitterlings cooked up and down quickly ripen with a little bit of oil.

The host put the chitterlings on a plate and took out the salt dish separately.

Cheolho accepted it.

Cook with a toothpick! I'll take a picture. A ripe chipmunk, Cook! It's a good shot! I tend to be photographed.

I baked it for a short time, but it was a really ripe chipmunk.

Slightly dip salt into your mouth.

Smells like a poor pig. Looks like a pig product. But there was no distinctive smell or disgust. It was very well-groomed in advance.

It was a bland yet chewy chipmunk because the inside of the product was intact.

Chulho smiled without a word and gave the cup to Blasabee.

Moussavi also confronts Chulho with his cup and pours it into his mouth.

“How are things going? ”

“It's work, but it's always good to eat. How's the old man? ”

“Very well. The tree you gave me saved our town. ”

Musabi expressed his gratitude for giving up the number of worlds. Suddenly, Chulho smiled and started drinking.

The bottle emptied out while I was picking up my residence.

Either Sanga or the host got caught up in the drink.

All the remaining skewers climbed onto the plate.

You can't even buy a business, you can just eat and clean! It was fun to laugh.

Late one morning.

When Chulho saw the day brightening, he stood up.

“I don't know if it was too late because it was fun. ”

Chulho, who was flipping his pocket to make a calculation, reached out a bunch of notes.

But in that moment.

“Huh?"

Bam!

The wagons and liquor bottles that were everywhere disappeared for a moment.

Chulho was just standing in the alley.

“How does it feel to be seduced by a doppelganger? ”

Next to him, Moussavi smiles and asks. Chulho shrugs.

“Feels like you've been seduced by a goblin. ”

“It's been a pleasure. ”

“I agree.”

Suddenly, I looked up and saw a huge torch on the other side moving with a dance of the veil. The torch moved like that, and then it slammed into the window of a four-story house! I'm hit.

With the sound of thumping, the landlord was sure to flee the burinake.

“Well, I'll see you around, my friend. ”

Moussavi waves his hand and walks down the alley, suddenly disappearing.

Chulho opened his eyes with a smile.

It's morning again.

Take a slow walk to the rice house, and there's a small shape in the alley over there! I was running out of here.

Bang!

“Ahh! ”

The tangerine fell to the floor, then stood up again.

“Papa!”

Tangerine opened her eyes and looked at my father. Chulho lifted such a tangerine.

“Where's my tangerines going? ”

“Ugh!"

Chulho stopped the tangerine nose to see if she smelled of alcohol.

“Ham away. ”

You hear a croaking sound. Maybe it meant going for a swim.

Cheolho kissed the forehead of such a tangerine and lowered it.

“The dog that's coming! ”

Tangerine ran away screaming. Cheolho slowly walks into the alley and opens the rice coop door.

Here you go.

It's morning again.

Finished

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