Exams ended, and it became a new month. It was June now. The grade card, which some had been anticipating, and most had been dreading, came out. Maru was 10th in his class. He was satisfied. After all, he was above average.

“Don’t forget to get your parents’ signatures.”

The homeroom teacher ended homeroom after that. As soon as he left, everyone started sighing.

“Haa, I’m doomed,” Dojin sighed as he put down his grade card.

He skimmed through it and saw that he was 27th in his class.

“Like I told you last time, you won’t get into culinary arts college without good grades.”

“Apparently, I can go to one with the interview and a practical skill test for junior colleges.”

It seemed that he had done a bit of research.

“Or, I’ll just forget university and just start from the bottom in a random restaurant.”

“You mean Iseul’s store?”

“No, that’s the place I have to take care of in the future.”

“Oh? I’m kinda confused because you sound so serious.”

“Really now?”

Dojin was commuting to his girlfriend’s, Iseul’s, family store to do a part time job. Although he started off with helping out with menial chores, it seemed as though he was learning how to cook from Iseul’s mother. Maru jokingly said that he’ll marry into her family, and the joke was no longer becoming a joke.

“Cooking was fun. It’s hard peeling onions and mashing garlic, but the satisfaction I feel when I finish a dish...