“Do I look good?” Ganghwan asked.

The apron he was wearing, which had udon broth splattered here and there, was from the owner of the pojang-macha himself. The navy-blue jersey was apparently Ganghwan’s own. It seemed like there were no sponsored items or anything.

“It suits you. But do you know how to cook? You’re going to have to use a lot of tools during the shoot.”

As soon as Maru said those words, Ganghwan put a ladle in between his fingers and spun it around.

“You shouldn’t underestimate a single man living by himself.”

“But is there anything to cook?” Yuna asked.

As the main menu of the pojang-macha only included udon, dumplings, and soondae, it didn’t seem like there would be a lot of cooking scenes. At most, Ganghwan would just have to put the already-cooked food onto the plates.

Maru looked behind him. The staff surrounding the pojang-macha were all looking at producer Jayeon. She, who was sitting in front of the monitor, was staring holes into a paper in her palm. It was probably the order of contents that she wrote down.

Jayeon stood up. It looked like she was about to begin.

“I’m sorry to say this before we start, but it’s gonna be tight. Be prepared, actor Yang.”

“Yes, yes, director. This is your debut piece, so you should try your best.”

Ganghwan joked around.

“It’ll be quite...