“I’ll be going outside then, so that you two can have a talk.”

Park Okhwa apologized to her daughter who left the house after greeting the guest.

“A lot has happened recently. It’s been a while since she got to rest, so she must have been sleeping.”

“She does look tired.”

Okhwa offered Janghae some tea. It was Japanese matcha. Looking down at the slightly foaming tea, Janghae lifted up the cup and put it against his mouth.

“It’s bitter and yet savory.”

“I brought it from Hoshino. I’ve been tasting a lot of traditional tea I could give out to customers at the shop, and this one was the most suitable for Korean people’s tastes. It’s moderately bitter, so it’s easy to drink, and it’s a brand-name product, so it satisfies the vain desires of my customers. As you know, the main customers of our shop have a slightly different perception of money.”

“Looks like I must not leave it unfinished.”

“If you’d like, I’ll give you some as a gift.”

Okhwa drank some tea as well. Beauty and styling techniques definitely had their limits. Even the most well-known stylists had no special skills when observed closely. There might be a difference in speed or the talent of touching the hair, but after a certain level, the difference...