A soju glass was placed on top of Dalgu’s head as he slept with his front paws overlapping. Despite that, Dalgu did not budge. Following that, a long slice of cucumber was placed on top of the glass. Dalgu didn’t move even with that.

“He might not wake up even if we build a tower on top of him.”

“Don’t. By age, he’s the second oldest here after me.”

“Dalgu’s that old already?”

“He is.”

Ganghwan smiled and stroked Dalgu’s head.

“I think they’re all done.”

Maru cut the pork belly strips into pieces on top of the grill. He sliced them into bite sized pieces and moved them in front of the elder.

“I guess I’m going to eat something good thanks to Sungjae.”

Ganghwan smiled as he spoke. While the meat was being cooked, they had already exchanged some alcohol, and Ganghwan had dropped the formalities with Sungjae. It seemed that alcohol set the hierarchy straight regardless of era.

“The meat is grilled well.”

“I’m good at that. You should eat some as well, elder. It’s good.”

“Alright, alright.”

Everyone made ssam^[1] and put them...