Cheongseowon's deal is over. Jong-seok started to think about how Cheongseo-won could roll alone.

And Jong-seok was able to find clues about him in the news he happened to see.

"This is Cheongju Obokseong. It was the set of "Tell Me If You Love Me," which heated up the past year. And as you can see now, you're seeing a lot of Chinese tourists. A lot of people buy a small Chinese restaurant.

I'm looking down."

'The Korean wave is quite strong.'

Obokseong is a small Chinese restaurant. It was also the set of "If You Love Me," too.

Kim Bin used to work as a delivery man for a Chinese restaurant and used to stay upstairs.

'Hallyu fever and Kim Bin, ··, and Cheongseowon.'

Jong-seok was lost in thought when he thought it would be something.

"If there is a trace of Kim Bin in Cheongseowon, wouldn't Japanese and Chinese tourists go to Cheongseowon once? Where Kim Bin sat, he learned calligraphy and drank Korean tea. And if you buy Korean jipilmuk as a souvenir, you can sell it to Cheongseowon.

You're going to get caught ···."."."."

When I went to Cheongseowon before, there was a place that sold souvenirs like Ji Pil-mook.

Cheongseowon is paid 5,000 won for admission to foreigners. Then we could tour the Cheongseowon Garden and the Korean Traditional Calligraphy Museum and learn how to write from calligraphy teachers.

As the number of visitors increases, income can also be generated there. In addition, when so many people come, there can be rumors that they like it through their mouths.

"First of all, it's a good idea to let people come and see you."

Jong-seok, who thought so, dialed Kim Bin's number.

Jong-seok has talked to Kim Bin several times. I got some clues from In-young, but I can't conclude that Kim must have played like that.

But what I felt when I talked to Kim on the phone was that most of the performers played similarly.

So Jong-seok made a hypothesis. The kimchi stew that Kim Bin ate is japtang.

There is a little difference between what you made at the orientation.

So I'm going to do an experiment. For Kim Bin, ··

'I wish this were right.'

Kim Bin answered the phone when Jong-seok was thinking.

Jongseok.

"Are you busy?"

After talking on the phone several times, Kim Bin dropped honorifics and Jong-seok called him his brother.

I'm in the middle of a photo shoot, but I can talk to you on the phone. If you have anything to ask, do it.

"Nothing else, brother, but I was wondering when you could have a drink with me."

Alcohol?

"Yes."

It's not hard. Do you want some today?

"Can I?"

The photo shoot will be over soon and I'll have an interview in the evening, but if I wrap it up on the phone now, there's no schedule today.

"What about tomorrow?"

I work out at dawn and have a meeting around two o'clock.

"Then take a rest for the early morning exercise."

Kim Bin did not speak for a moment at Jong-seok's words.

Is exercise that important?’

When Jong-seok thought of that, Kim Bin nodded Kim Bin.

All right. I'll do it in the evening. Then see you at Yeoksam in Gangnam. I am the place, ··.

"No, eat at my brother's."

My house? There's nothing to eat in my house.

"I'm a cook and I can't make a snack for you.”

Well, let's do that. If you give me your address, I'll take you on the way.

Jong-seok texted Kim Bin to give him his home address.

Kim Bin, who burned Jongseok, was talking with him about this and that.

"Hyung, do you have a lot of schedules?”

"I'm going to film in America in two months. Until then, I would work out, study English, and sometimes do pictorials or interviews."

"You must have confirmed your appearance in the hero movie."

"Ah! This is still a secret, so don't tell anyone."

"There's a saying on the Internet."

"I've heard of it, but it's different in my mind."

Kim Bin said it by mistake, but it was a secret.

As soon as news of confirmation is released, shares of Kim's agency will jump.

Kim Bin, who was limited to Asia, is expanding to the world, and the price of his body is soaring.

And when the ransom rises, the value of the company rises.

"Okay."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Kim Bin's words, hurriedly said when he saw a convenience store.

"Please stop over there for a moment, sir."

Kim Bin's manager pulled over at Jong-seok's horse.

"Hey, let's go shopping for a while."

"Shopping?"

"Choose what you've been eating for a long time.

Then Jong-seok and Kim Bin hurried into the convenience store after getting out of the car.

You have to buy it quickly because people will flock when you see it.

The two, who quickly shopped for ramen, tofu, and tuna that they were eating when they were playing at a convenience store, immediately returned to their cars.

***

Jong-seok was drinking in Kim Bin's guest room. The side dishes were from the convenience store and side dishes in Kim Bin's refrigerator.

"Crowl! Good."

Kim Bin drank makgeolli and wrapped the roughly cut tofu with kimchi and put it in his mouth.

"Good."

The manager looked anxiously at Kim Bin, who ate tofu and kimchi deliciously.

"I don't know if it's okay to eat like this.

"Let's just eat. When else would I eat like this?"

"Phew! I don't know. Yeah, let's eat and die. Would you die once or twice?"

The manager gulped down the makgeolli along the cup as if he didn't know any more.

"Crrrr! It's been a while since I had makgeolli, honey, honey."

"If I had known, I would have bought some tin bowls."

"Right. You have to eat makgeolli in a crushed tin bowl to kill it."

The manager was also excited by talking about this and that as it was good to have makgeolli after a long time.

Kim Bin, who was drinking and drinking, took off his jacket as if it were a little hot.

Kim Bin, who has muscles that are as wide as a sculpture, looked at Jong-seok.

"Hey, take it off.”

Jong-seok smiled at Kim Bin, who took off his pants with his horse.

"Shall we?"

Then, when Jong-seok took off his clothes, Kim Bin's face was filled with admiration.

"Oh! You're in good shape. You said you were doing Chinese martial arts. Is that why?"

"Do you know?"

"I'm a 119 fan. I've seen everything but one."

When Kim Bin poured makgeolli with a smile, Jong-seok ate it and said,

"But you don't seem to like the cold?"

What surprised Jong-seok when he entered Kim Bin's house was that the boiler was turned on in the house where no one was present.

"Yes. I hate it.”

Then Kim drank a glass of makgeolli and said,

"I really hated the cold living room when I had no money in the old days ago. So I swore an oath. I'm going to live in the winter."

Kim Bin poured another glass of makgeolli and mixed it with a glass of soju.

"Crowl! Winter is a really tough season when you're broke.”

Looking at Kim Bin, who said this and that as if he had started to feel drunk, Jong-seok looked carefully at what he ate.

Kim Bin was spooning tuna oil.

'You like the oil.’

He has already thought about the food he will make, but he also needs to know his favorite taste.

The next day, Jong-seok, who woke up rubbing his eyes, simply took a shower and opened the guest room door.

In the guest room, the manager was sleeping in bed. And the traces of last night's drinking party lying next to it, ···.

When the manager tried to clean up after drinking, he let Jong-seok leave it.

Jong-seok, who was looking at the side dishes and food in the room, moved them one by one to the kitchen.

Jong-seok, who was watching the leftovers filled with the sink, boiled the leftover ramen and took out the noodles.

A subordinate who put the pot on the stove lit the fire.

'I said, 'Here's, ··, there's oil in there.’

Jong-seok looked at the frying pan with his thoughts. The frying pan contained the stir-fried kimchi we ate yesterday.

'This is the oil.’

Along with the thought, Jongseok scraped the leftover fried kimchi and oil into the pan.

I also put the head of kimchi in the kimchi container.

A person who lives alone has a lot of kimchi left.’

When I asked my friends who live alone, they said they put in a lot of kimchi heads when they cook kimchi stew.

If you do this, the seasoning on the head of kimchi and a little bit of kimchi on the cabbage flavor will make the stew taste stronger.

I saw the ingredients left on the sink with the head and a ladle of kimchi soup.

Jong-seok, who put water in a can of tuna left over from yesterday's meal, twirled it around, put it in a pot, and then put the tofu in it.

And Jong-seok, who seemed to have nothing more to put in, nodded and began to clean up the dishes in the sink.

By the time I finished washing the dishes, the kimchi japtang jjigae in the pot boiled up.

After tasting it, Jong-seok smiled.

"Delicious?"

It was delicious. It tasted strong because of the tuna oil or the oil in the kimchi fried, which soothed the bitter stomach.

In addition, the withered kimchi, which was neglected in a warm room, boosted the taste.

"Well, ramen soup is the base, but it can't be bad. If you don't know the process of making it, then..."

He made it himself, but if anyone asked him to eat it, he wouldn't be able to hold his spoon in his mouth.

I don't know the taste, but I put leftover side dishes in the leftover ramen soup.

Jong-seok, who turned the light low, searched the kitchen. And Jong-seok, who found some instant rice, put it in the microwave and woke up the manager and Kim Bin.

"Yes!"

"Oh, my heart aches."

Looking at the two coming, he stroked their stomachs with a pale face, Jong-seok delivered the instant rice in a bowl.

"Now I'm going to hang it.”

"What are you making?"

While talking, Kim Bin took a deep breath.

"This smell, ·· ??"

"I don't know if it'll taste like what you remember."

Kim Bin sat at the table with a slightly nervous face at Jong-seok's words.

And looked at the boiling kimchi stew with a nervous face. Jongseok put kimchi stew on the table.

"Try it."

At Jong-seok's words, Kim Bin picked up a spoon of kimchi stew and put it in his mouth.

And ···.

"Ah..."

Jong-seok and his manager looked at Kim Bin as he threw up a small exclamation.

Jong-seok made the food and the manager knows the story behind Kim Bin and this kimchi stew.

So both are nervous.

But the tension soon eased. Kim Bin looked at Jong-seok.

"Thank you."

"Is this the right taste?"

At Jong-seok's question, Kim Bin smiled and nodded, putting kimchi stew in his mouth.

"That's the taste I used to have the next day after drinking in my own room. Thank you for letting me eat this taste again."

At Kim Bin's words, the manager also put the soup in his mouth.

"Oh! It's delicious. It's spicy, but it feels like my bitter stomach is completely relieved."

Then, as soon as he started to eat kimchi stew, Kim Bin started to eat it, too.

Jongseok tasted it and saw kimchi stew.

When the chef's conscience that food should be made with fresh ingredients tried to raise his head a little, Jong-seok shook his head.

'Cause it's not something you can't eat.’

Then Jongseok started to eat kimchi stew. Certainly it was fine with the hangover.

It might be greasy with the cooking oil used to fry kimchi, but it was surprisingly well suited to the spicy taste.

"But why is the head of kimchi in it?”

Kim Bin laughed at the manager's words.

"Have you ever lived alone?"”

"I've been sleeping and growing up in Seoul, and I've never lived alone."

"When I live alone, there is no kimchi in the kimchi container, but there is only soup and head left. So when you make kimchi stew, you don't have kimchi, just put in the soup and the head and boil it."

"Really?"

Kim Bin looked at Jong-seok at the manager's words.

"Did you put your head in and boil it to remind you of the time?"

"Do you remember the old days?"

Kim Bin nodded at Jong-seok's question.

"Even then, there was one or two heads in the kimchi stew.”

Smiling, Kim Bin said while eating kimchi stew.

"So how do you boil it?”

When asked by Kim Bin, Jongseok ate kimchi stew without saying anything.

"Huh?"

When Kim Bin urged him, Jong-seok opened his mouth after a while.

"Brother."

"What is it?"

"Memories should be left as memories."

"What do you mean?"

"There's such a thing."

Then Jongseok started eating kimchi stew again.

'Sometimes what you don't know is medicine.

an end