He opened the back doors of his car and took out the standing wreath that he put on its side. He wanted to gift one that was much taller than an average person, but he changed it to a smaller one when he heard that it was going to get messy. As for the congratulatory message, Bada was the one who thought of it: A gukbap restaurant run by a handsome man and a pretty woman.

“You’re here?”

Dojin, who was gliding across the hall with trays on each hand, pointed at an empty table with his chin, telling him to sit down.

“You look busy.”

“All the regulars from Suwon are here. I told them that they didn’t need to come since it was far too.”

“When else would they give you sales like this? Oh, where should I place the wreath?”

“You bought one? I told you not to.”

“I don’t want to get an earful from Iseul for being empty-handed. Heck, she even told me what size I should bring. I’ll put it in front of the store, okay?”

“Put it next to the entrance.”

The guy who told him that he shouldn’t have brought it even told him where to put it. Maru moved the wreath he placed next to his car next to the entrance. The gukbap restaurant that had four tables attached side to side had now turned into a restaurant with twenty tables. This was the result of a year of hard contemplation about whether to increase the rotation rate of the customers. Maru dusted his hands and looked at the JA building, which was right across the street. He inwardly sent his thanks...