Lee Jong-seok was looking for something between the bookshelves.

"French...French... Blow!"

In the eyes of Lee Jong-seok, who was searching the bookstore, he could find the French book he was looking for.

"Found."

The French book in Western style was all blown up. Of course.

And Lee Jong-seok smiled at the title of the book. I could read French as if I could read and write Chinese.

The writer who gave the cooking experience was French.

Anyway, Lee Jong-seok read Hamlet because he knew that he could read French.

But if I can read and write, what language is that?’

Lee Jong-seok, who wondered if he could speak a foreign language, recalled French and Chinese.

But I couldn't really think of a word. It was honest Korean to speak French and Chinese.

Do you need a trigger or something?’

Even Chinese characters did not know that they could write and read Chinese characters before reading them.

The fact that you can lead with a dry ball...

Then, I didn't know if it was possible to hear what he said or heard.

Lee Jong-seok, who was thinking like that, came to the owner's uncle with a hamlet.

The owner was laughing at the TV.

"I'll buy this."

The owner glanced at Lee Jong-seok's words and saw Hamlet in his hand and said,

"Jongseok at a special price of 1,000 won."

Lee Jong-seok took a thousand won out of his wallet and looked at the book.

"I want to buy that book..."

I wanted to have one of the books as a souvenir. Moreover, the texture is so unique that I feel comfortable.

"Which one?"

Lee Jong-seok came to one of the books while searching through the books at the words of his owner.

'But it's a book that allowed me to write Chinese characters, so I'll do it with this.’

"This one."

"Give me 1,000 won."

"I heard it's a lucrative book."

"I have to pay two to three million won, but it's only 1,000 won for Jong-seok's part-time job."

"Thank you."

Lee Jong-seok, who put 2,000 won on the counter smiling at his owner's words, put Hamlet and Wang Ga-hoon in his bag.

"Yes! Let's have a meal. You're going to eat too, right?”

"I'll do it."

"You?"

Lee Jong-seok smiled and said,

"You gave me a cheap book, so I'll make you a good meal.”

"Even if it's delicious rice, it's just side dishes."

"You'll be surprised to eat."

"You can try it, then."

Lee Jong-seok opened the small door behind the counter and went in at the uncle's words.

Inside the small door were a refrigerator, a small sink, and a burner. Lee Jong-seok, who opened the refrigerator, took out the kimchi container.

There's only soup.’

Lee Jong-seok, who shook an invisible container of kimchi, relished his appetite and looked inside the refrigerator and said,

"Can I use eggs?"

"Frying?”

"Whatever."

"Ser."

Lee Jong-seok, who took out three eggs, put a frying pan on the burner and covered it with oil.

'Olive oil... Yum! I'm a Western chef, so I think of olive oil.'

Lee Jong-seok, muttered inside, heated the frying pan and put rice in it.

Shoot! Shoot!

Lee Jong-seok, who quickly shook the pan while watching the rice being fried in oil, poured kimchi soup into it.

It would be nice to cut kimchi and put it in, but since there's only soup...

Shoot!

Lee Jong-seok shook the pan faster as the rice began to turn red in the kimchi soup.

Shoot! Shoot!

When the rice began to fry, Lee Jong-seok put the rice to one side. Then put some sesame oil on one side and put two eggs on top of it.

Shoot!

Lee Jong-seok, who quickly tore the fried egg in sesame oil, soon mixed it with rice.

And lastly, Lee Jong-seok smiled when he saw the liver.

"Delicious."

Lee Jong-seok, who laughed at the perfectly seasoned fried rice, took two spoons and came out.

"Eat fried rice."

"It smells good."

"It'll taste better. But I didn't see any kimchi.”

"Where shall I try?”

The man who put fried rice in his mouth ate up his appetite.

"It's all right."

"Are you okay? It's not delicious?"

"Yes... isn't your liver a little weak?"

Lee Jong-seok tasted his words and tilted his head.

'The liver is just right.'

"Is your liver weak?"

"I've been having a strong liver these days."

At his uncle's words, Lee Jong-seok saw him and took some soy sauce from the kitchen and brought it.

"Try this."

"You can mix the soy sauce."

Lee Jong-seok shook his head when he saw a man who thought he was going to put it in fried rice.

"Try it for now. Only soy sauce."

At Lee Jong-seok's words, the man dipped his finger in soy sauce and put it in his mouth.

"What do you say?"

"Soy sauce tastes like soy sauce."

"How salty is it?"

"A little?"

Lee Jong-seok dipped the soy sauce in his uncle's words, put it in his mouth, and frowned.

'A little salty like this?'

Lee Jong-seok, who had been eating for a while, opened his mouth.

"You should go see the doctor."

"I'm not sick."

"The sudden change in taste is a sign that your body is sick.”

"How do you know such a thing?"

"I saw it in the book."

The truth is the cook's experience.

"So make sure you go to the hospital."

"Whoa! You're better than my wife. Thank you."

The man, smiling at his words for himself, poured soy sauce on one side and rubbed it.

"Let's eat."

Lee Jong-seok looked worried at his uncle and began to eat fried rice.

***

Lee Jong-seok, who had lunch in the old West Room for a few more hours, returned home.

My mom was rubbing rice cakes on a tteokbokki plate when she saw Lee Jong-seok and said,

"I've arranged dinner. Go up and eat."

"What time are you going to do it?"

"We'll do it until we sell what we've made."

"Didn't many guests come?"

"It's the weekend. Come on up."

Lee Jong-seok, who nodded at his mother's words, went home.

On weekends, business is not half as usual. Considering that, we've prepared the ingredients, so you'll be back soon after you finish your business.

Lee Jong-seok, who opened the door and entered the house, thought for a while and took out the royal medal and Hamlet and put it on his desk.

The Royal Order... You have good handwriting.'

Lee Jong-seok, who was watching Wang Ga-hoon for a while, took out his cell phone and went online to search for Wang Ga-hoon.

But nothing was searched.

'The writing was good and the handwriting was good....'

I searched for a famous book, but it didn't seem to be.

Lee Jong-seok, who was watching Wang Ga-hoon for a while, put it and Hamlet on the bookshelf and took out his experience book.

In the old book room, I was able to find the Wang family motto and read Chinese characters, and I was able to gain experience in the red.

Lee Jong-seok, who was looking at his experiences, was impressed by Lee Jong-seok's face.

Experience 2500?

Lee Jong-seok looked at the experience with surprised eyes.

It was 2,500 when I heard the experience of saving people and the supposed ghost sound.

But you found the Royal Order. 2,500?

Lee Jong-seok, who was looking at the Experience Book with his surprised eyes, took out the royal medal and looked at it.

The Royal Order of Merit... Yeah, I certainly thought it was a good handwriting for me... What? In my opinion?'

How much does Lee Jong-seok himself know about Chinese characters tell me what he sees?

Then...

"The academic experience, not my own, recognizes this writing as a good handwriting.’

Lee Jong-seok's dream of a bachelor's degree was really excellent. He lectured and joined dozens of bachelor's degrees.

If such a scholar's experience was perceived as an excellent handwriting, it should be called a master handwriting.

'Isn't this really expensive?’

If you look at TV or something, you can see that a piece of old writing is sold for hundreds or tens of millions of won.

'You've got a hell of a thing.'