“Over here.”

Seungah waved the tongs in her hand. Maru took off his coat and walked over to the table Seungah was sitting at.

“Dawoon said she had time so I called her too. You okay with that?”

“The one who’s paying is calling someone else over, so I don’t really care.”

“What the, I’m buying today?”

“Isn’t the rule to be the one treating if you’re the one calling people out? Isn’t that right, Dawoon?”

Dawoon laid out the cutleries and nodded.

“You two are on one side, huh? Hey, Jung Dawoon, this unni will be disappointed if you keep doing that.”

“You weren’t buying?”

Seungah’s lips twitched before she put down the tongs and the scissors.

“Fine, I’ll buy for today. Instead, you two serve. First up, cut up the meat into suitable pieces.”

Maru picked up the tongs. He was planning to grill the meat even if he wasn’t told to. He couldn’t let anyone else handle this delicate food that would differ in taste depending on the grilling intensity and duration.

He placed his palm above the grill. It was just the right temperature. He put on the thick pork belly and started watching intensely.

“Wow, a master has appeared alright,” Seungah said, her interest piqued.

He looked at the surface of the meat for a while before flipping it over. The fat had melted down just enough, making it look yellow. He sliced it into suitable...