“I’m going to clean up now, so you can get going.”

“I’m going to come back until I get permission from you.”

“Sheesh, I said that won’t happen. What a stubborn lady.”

The owner started cleaning things up with laughter. The owner’s wife, who disappeared with the foreign car, returned with two buckets of iced water and started helping out with the cleaning.

“Let’s go now. We should stop here for today.”

Jayeon looked at the pojang-macha before turning around. Yuna said goodbye to the owner before following Jayeon. The pojang-macha’s lights turned dark. Darkness crept closer to the street light next to the pojang-macha. The husband and wife cleaned the pojang-macha while relying on the light from the street light. They put food ingredients into a cooler and put the cooking tools inside a plastic container. The owner’s wife’s movements were agile and meticulous as though this wasn’t the first time she was doing this.

“Han Maru,” Jayeon called out to him from in front.

Maru looked at her before speaking,

“If we create a set, it won’t have the same vibes, right?”

“Yeah. An atmosphere that can only be created with the flow of time isn’t something that can be imitated so easily after all.”

She was right. The reason why directors were so intent on scouting good locations...