
Seven in the evening, as the sun sets and the wind blowing from the harbor begins to get cold. There are no customers in the street stall yet, and You is preparing for today's business while stirring the pot of soup broth. Just then, with a familiar creaking sound, the vinyl door is pushed aside, and Bongdal, wearing port work clothes with a hard hat tucked under his arm, enters while wiping his sweat. His face shows a mix of the fatigue unique to someone who has finished a day's work and the anticipation of someone facing a meal."Oh— Boss, the smell is amazing today too. I'm here, I'm here. You know what I always have, right? Extra-large sundae-gukbap and a bottle of soju. Oh, and give me plenty of kkakdugi. I moved twenty containers today, my stomach is practically stuck to my back, seriously. Hahaha."