Kim Bin's story was like this.

Four years ago, Kim Bin was in a play that would not have become famous yet.

Since he is a poor theater actor, the next day after drinking, a friend who lived with him made kimchi stew for him, which he said.

"I don't know if it was because I didn't have money, but I still remember the kimchi stew I ate then."

"What was the material in it?”

"It had kimchi and this and that. Sometimes it contained some tuna, sometimes tofu."

"If the ingredients are different, the taste is different. Was there no difference in the taste?”

"It didn't make much difference. It was cool and the rich oil soothed my stomach."

"Hmm, does it taste like budae jjigae?"

"Maybe, but, ha! I want to taste the taste again.”

"Why don't you ask him to make it again?"

If my friend made it for me, I thought I could contact him and ask him to make it again.

No, isn't it the simplest and most obvious answer? To ask the person who made the dish to make it again.

"It's hard to break up because it's bad for me to break up."

When you broke up, was it a woman who was your friend?’

The word "breakup time" does not necessarily mean breaking up with the opposite sex, but Kim Bin's expression and tone of speech did not seem to be a man.

Jong-seok, who was thinking about it, said after a while.

"Can I have a contact? I'll think about it and contact you if I have any questions.”

"Okay."

When Kim Bin called his phone number, Jong-seok called. Jong-seok hung up when Kim Bin picked up the phone.

"That's my number. Please let me know if you have anything in mind."

"Thank you."

After finishing the conversation with it, Kim Bin turned around and Jong-seok looked at him and walked to the awards ceremony.

What can a poor theatrical actor do as a hangover the next day after drinking alcohol?’

Jong-seok, who was walking with that thought, took out his cell phone and called In-young.

Ki-young must be the best at acting.’

When I called with that in mind, In-young picked up the phone soon.

Oh! Best couple!

Jong-seok laughed at In-young's words.

"Do you watch the awards ceremony?"

Jongseok is coming out. Let's see. Congratulations on Best Couple Award.

"Thank you. How are you?”

Empress Myeongseong great script and in some order came. So I am very busy and hungry.

"Don't you have to be full if you're busy?"

You told me, the script doesn't pay. I'm not doing what I can't afford, and I'm hungry. Please make me some delicious food sometime.

"You're hungry, but your heart is full."

Oops! My heart is full and I only lose weight. But what's going on?

"How do actors hang up after drinking?”

Hangover? Why all of a sudden?

"I need something."

If we have something, we can eat it. If we don't have it, we can just cook ramen.

"You eat if you have? What do you mean?"

We can't go out to eat hangovers, and if there's any leftover food, we can do that a lot.

"Ramen left over from drinking..."

I'll just give it to you.

At the words of In-young, Jong-seok remembered the bean sprout hangover soup he had made during the orientation.

"What kind of snacks do you usually eat?”

Things you can buy at the supermarket.

In-young told me about the snacks they often eat.

Things like ramen, tofu, tuna, and big ham. Jong-seok, who heard the story, nodded while thinking for a moment.

"Thank you."

If you're grateful, come to our play sometime.

"Okay, then good luck."

Jong-seok, who hung up on it, entered the awards ceremony. The break was over and I was just about to shoot again.

"Why are you coming so late?"

Kang Sung-soo said Jong-seok met Kim Bin. Except, of course, what he asked for.

"Did you meet Kim Bin?”

"He came first because he was my fan."

"Yay, ··"

Surprised Kang Sung-soo said hurriedly.

"If you're a fan of yours, you're going to watch our show. Why don't you ask us to appear on it?"

"On air?"

"Yes. If Kim Bin comes out, the ratings will be great, and we can promote our programs in China and Japan. How good is it?”

Jong-seok laughed at Kang Sung-soo's words.

"There's so much I can save."

There is now too much to rescue from restaurants, Cheongseowon, Kim Bin, and 119 food rescue teams.

"What do you mean?"

"There's such a thing. And would a star like Kim Bin be on our show?”

"But it's a shame that I can say something."

Jong-seok, who shook his head in a small way, looked at Kang Sung-soo again as if he was really sad.

On the stage, singers were singing and dancing with me. Watching it, Jong-seok's mind was complicated.

'Kimchi stew, Cheongseowon, ?·'

***

The entertainment awards ended and Jong-seok celebrated the New Year.

Meanwhile, Cheongseowon's work has progressed a lot. Most of the money was raised by the principal, but a company called the "Korean Traditional Calligraphy Cultural Center" was established in the form of a corporation.

With the money collected from the company, Cheongseowon will be purchased and maintenance will be spent in the future.

And the principal went to meet Hwang Myung-in with Moon Jae-chul and his party.

Hwang Myung-in did not respond much to their intention to buy Cheongseowon.

He wants to sell Cheongseowon because he has an idea, but he doesn't want to be opened to the resort.

However, there was one problem.

The right to use the name Cheongseowon, ··

Hwang Myung-in will call the place he makes in Seoul Cheongseowon, so he wants to use a different name.

Adults protested against him, but couldn't help it. The authority over the name of Cheongseowon belongs to Hwang Myung-in.

And there was one more problem.

Yu Yeong-sin said that he would not stay in Cheongseo-won and take care of it, but would follow Hwang Myeong-in.

Jong-seok was walking in the garden with Yoo Young-shin while adults talked separately for the deal.

"You're leaving Cheongseowon. Is that okay with you?”

"I have a lot of affection for Cheongseowon, but I'm a member of the royal family, so I have to follow the little master.”

"But when you go to the city, there's not much you can do, and you're going to an apartment."

Yoo Young-shin nodded at Jong-seok's remark.

Hwang Myung-in has found an apartment in Seoul. Sooner or later, Hwang Myung-in's family and Yoo Young-shin will move there.

"There's not enough room, either.

I wouldn't have found a small apartment, but it's still an apartment.

It would be inconvenient to live in a small space and even Yu Yeong-sin.

"The little master brought me a small villa nearby. There, I'm going to stay separate and help you with your work."

"Do you really have to go that far?"”

When Yoo Young-shin did not speak, Jong-seok said after a while.

"Have you ever thought that following Wonju might be inconvenient for you?”

"That, ··"

Watching Yoo Young-shin blurring the end of his words, Jong-seok looked at him and said,

"Not following Wonju is not necessarily a betrayal."

"For me, it's like following the royal family."

Jong-seok shook his head with a sigh at Yoo Young-shin's words.

'It's like a loyalist in a historical drama.’

In the historical drama, a faithful servant comes to mind who goes through all the hardships of his life following his owner who was falsely accused.

Knowing that it was no longer useful to persuade Yoo Young-shin, Jong-seok walked to the place where adults talked.

Jong-seok asked, looking at the closed door as if the story had not yet been finished.

"Then what happens to Cheongseowon items?”

Numerous books and works were kept in Cheongseowon. Fortunately, Hwang Myung-in did not think about selling his works and books even though he thought about selling the building.

"We decided to move Cheongseowon in Seoul after it was built."

"You've been keeping it here for a while?”

"It's the best environment for Cheongseowon to keep."

Anyway, as I was looking at the door where the stalactites were closed, the door soon opened and the Hwang Myung-in and the adults came out.

"Then please take good care of Cheongseowon."

"I wish you all the best in Seoul, even wish you good luck in Seoul."

The principal shaking hands with Hwang Myung-in was sincere. Although they were in a position to sell and buy Cheongseowon, they had the same mind to cherish calligraphy.

It's just that they have different ways.

Looking at the adults shaking hands, Jong-seok approached Won Seung-hwan gently and whispered in a small whisper.

"Please ask Mr. Yoo for a cup of tea."

When Won Seung-hwan saw Jong-seok's words, he smiled and said to Yoo Young-shin.

"I'm thirsty maybe because the story is getting longer. May I ask you for a cup of tea?"

"Yes, please wait a moment."

Smiling, as Yoo Young-shin hurriedly disappeared along the garden, Jong-seok said to Hwang Myung-in.

"Are you thinking of taking Mr. Yoo to Seoul?”

When asked by Jong-seok, Hwang Myung-in looked at him and said,

"Adults are like my paternal grandfather to me. Who would leave their family behind when they move?”

'Family?'

Jong-seok did not know that Hwang Myung-in would say Yoo Young-shin is his family.

'Did I, ?????, think too badly of you? You didn't just think of him as a servant who worked with you in your family for the rest of your life.’

Jong-seok thought that Hwang Myung-in would consider Yoo Young-shin cumbersome.

However, Hwang Myung-in's words contained his love and respect for Yoo Young-shin.

Knowing that the bond between Hwang Myung-in and Yoo Young-shin was stronger than he thought, Jong-seok sighed and bowed his head.

"I was presumptuous. I'm sorry."

If Hwang Myung-in and Yoo Young-shin consider each other family members, leaving Cheongseo-won to Yoo Young-shin could not be done because it would break up the family.

Hwang Myung-in, who was looking at Jong-seok's apple, opened his mouth.

"But you..."

Hwang Myung-in looked at the adults.

"Which old man brought you here?”

Hwang Myung-in didn't watch TV very well. So Jong-seok didn't know who he was or who he was.

I just thought Jong-seok was a child who knew the grandchildren of the elders.

The principal opened his mouth to him.

"It's our Moon Bang-woo's writing teacher."

"Sir?"

At the principal's words, the wonder on Hwang Myung-in's face was young.

Moon Bang-woo was among the highest level of gatherings he had studied and left at Cheongseowon.

It is curious that Moon Bang-woo's writing teacher is so young.

"If you were Mr.Gul, from whom did you take your lessons?”

However, it was a reason for him to respect the elders of Moon Bang-woo's writing teacher.

The elders of Moon Bang-woo would not have invited Jong-seok, who had low knowledge, as a teacher of writing.

"I study alone, so I don't have anyone else because I'm a teacher."

"So you studied calligraphy on your own?”

"Yes."

Hwang Myung-in looked at Jong-seok at Jong-seok's words.

'I'm studying alone and teaching Moon Bang-woo's writing.'

Hwang Myung-in, who was looking at Jongseok for a while, opened his mouth.

"If you don't mind, may I ask you to write a letter?"

No explanation was needed. You could tell by reading what kind of person Jong-seok is.

"Okay."

Hwang Myung-in went back into the room at Jong-seok's answer. When Jong-seok sat down, Hwang Myung-in sat opposite him.

When Hwang Myung-in sat in front of him, Jong-seok put water in the inkstone and ground the ink.

'That's elegant.

Seeing Jong-seok go to eat, Hwang Myung-in felt the elegance of the mummy of the Orient.

That alone showed Jong-seok's ability in calligraphy.

When they saw the grown-ups of Moon Bang-woo with admiring eyes, they smiled small and nodded.

It was as if their skills were being recognized.

Hwang Myung-in, who was looking at Moon Bang-woo's elders, turned his head toward Jong-seok.

Jong-seok thought about something for a while with a brush in his hand and wrote down.

"????.".".".""

Regardless of his great handwriting, Hwang Myung-in's face hardened.

In the first place, failure meant success in the third, meaning success in the second.

It can be good or bad for Huang Ming-yi, who is about to start a new job now.

The first failure, which should never happen to Hwang Myung-in now.

Jong-seok opened his mouth when he saw Hwang Myung-in.

"Wonju will understand the meaning of Cho Bu-deuk-sam even if I don't say it."

"Then why did you write this? I don't think that's right for me to start anew."

"The idiom leaves a lesson about what happened many times. I wrote Cho Bu-deuk-sam not in hopes of your success, but in terms of paying attention to everything."

"Caution on everything ···"

"The first attempt means that it is difficult to succeed, and if you try, you will succeed. It means that the first thing you do is difficult, so you should always be careful when you do it.

Ishira means."

At Jong-seok's words, Hwang Myung-in lowered his head after reading for a while.

"I'll cherish what you've written me and think about it three times before I take care of it. I received a good article."

an end