The final exam was over and soon it was vacation. And during the vacation, there was a story about Lee Jong-seok at school for a while.

From cheating to stealing test papers, and some parents came to the school to complain.

How did you supervise the exam? It was a little hard for the school to make them understand that Lee Jong-seok did not cheat or cheat.

Even the principal had to come forward and make the parents understand.

And...

Why are you calling me? You want me to write?’

I had a vacation ceremony, and now I can go home and enjoy the vacation, but the principal called me.

Lee Jong-seok, who briefly breathed in front of the principal's office, knocked on the door.

Tap tap!

"Come in."

When Lee Jong-seok came in after opening the door, the principal smiled and pointed to the sofa.

"Sit down."

Lee Jong-seok carefully sat on the sofa and looked around the principal's office. No ordinary student ever comes into the principal's office.

The scroll on the wall was hung with calligraphic works.

When Lee Jong-seok was reading the writings, the principal put down the teacup.

"How do you see these writings I've written?"

"I think it's a good handwriting."

"Is that so?"

The principal, who was looking at Lee Jong-seok's words with a pleasant face, opened his mouth.

"Are you free tomorrow?"

"What's going on?"

"There's a literary club called Moon Bang-woo and I'd like to go with Lee Jong-seok."

'Moon Bang-woo? That's similar to a stationery store.’

said Lee Jong-seok, muttering in his mind.

"It sounds like an adult gathering place. Wouldn't it be weird for me to go?”

"It's all right. It's all right. I'm doing it because my friends want to do it with me after reading what Jongseok wrote.”

At the principal's words, Lee Jong-seok hesitated for a moment and nodded.

'You said you supported me a lot at the parent meeting this time. All right, let's go together.'

It's not difficult, and if it wasn't for the principal, I would have suffered from the parents of students.

"Okay."

"Then I think it'd be nice to pick you up at eleven tomorrow. Is that okay?”

"My house?"

"I can't let you come in person to serve the calligrapher."

"Okay."

"So have a nice vacation and see you tomorrow."

Lee Jong-seok, who stood up with his head bowed to the principal's words, suddenly looked back at him.

"Do you happen to know Wang Mungyeong?"

"Jongseok's handwriting is similar to Wang Mun-gyeong's, so you must be curious."

"Yes."

The principal, who nodded at Lee Jong-seok, went to the bookstore and brought a book on one side.

"Wang Mungyeong was a person who was a scholar at Hallymwon in the early Qing Dynasty and served as a wise man. Simple handwriting, but beautiful and beautiful. This is Wang Mung's book."

The principal offered a book. It was an old-fashioned book, but it was clean as it wasn't long ago.

"The book is a book."

"Whoa! Some are made of ordinary books, but this is more of a spectacle."

Listening to the principal, Lee Jong-seok looked at the book.

'It's certainly the same handwriting as the Royal Order.’

Lee Jong-seok, who looked at the handwriting of the book, said the principal.

"Take it and see."

"Can I?”

"I can save it again, so you can keep it."

Lee Jong-seok, who bowed his head and thanked the principal, asked.

"Are you famous, then? Like Han Seok-bong?"

"It's famous. He's one of the most famous calligraphers in the Qing Dynasty."

"Then how much is his handwriting worth?”

"Price?"

The principal laughed at Lee Jong-seok's remarks.

"It's not something to do to rate writing with money, but... Won't it be millions?"

"Millions of won?"

Lee Jong-seok tilted his head at a smaller amount than expected, and suddenly looked at the book in his hand.

"What if this is Wang Mungyeong's own book?"

"If it's Wang Mung's handwritten letter, maybe a billion?”

"A billion?"

The principal said, looking at Lee Jong-seok looking surprised.

"It's that much because it's not very famous in our country, but it's probably more than that if you meet your owner well in China. So why ask that?"

"Oh... nothing. See you tomorrow, then."

As Lee Jong-seok tried to go out with his head down, the principal called him up and pulled out his business card.

"You may have to contact me, so take my business card.”

"Okay."

Lee Jong-seok, who left the principal's office, wrapped his bag around and left school.

***

The next morning, Lee Jong-seok was riding in the principal's car on the street near his house.

He said he would come home, but he chose the location as a nearby intersection because his parents might feel uncomfortable.

In addition, the alley would be inconvenient to drive.

Lee Jong-seok, a little nervous as he drove in a car driven by the principal, looked out of the window.

'So I couldn't even go to the Old West.'

Because of the exam period, I couldn't go to the old West Room.

Did he go to the hospital?’

Soon, Lee Jong-seok was able to arrive at a beautiful hanok house.

"Let's get off."

Lee Jong-seok, who got off with the principal, looked at the hanok house.

The hanok house, which is surrounded by a long wall, was very luxurious.

"Are you at the principal's house?"

"How can I buy a house like this on the faculty's salary? It's a cooking house, the place of the meeting."

Then the principal came out of the back seat with a briefcase and a scroll.

"Let's get in."

Lee Jong-seok followed suit when he gave the car keys to an employee standing at the door and the principal went inside.

The cookery house looked like a pretty built park. It was very wide and pretty flowers and grasses grew from side to side on the stone road.

In addition, there was a small pond on one side, inside which there were tiny carp poking their mouths.

"Wow! Is this a cooking place?"

As the principal smiled and moved with a small smile at Lee Jong-seok, who looked around with surprised eyes, they could soon be guided to one room.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The principal went inside with a soft-open door.

"Oops! I'm the last one."

"Sobaek, you're always late."

Lee Jong-seok went inside with a laugh inside. Inside, elderly adults like the principal gathered for refreshments.

"This is Mr. Lee Jong-seok I spoke to whom I spoke."

'Sir?'

Adults woke up when Lee Jong-seok wondered what the principal, who called him a teacher.

"Good to see you."

"Nice to meet you."

Lee Jong-seok hurriedly bowed his head, not knowing what to do with the elders' respect for him.

"This is Lee Jong-seok."

"Hahaha! You don't have to be too hard."

An old man clicked his tongue at the principal's words.

"Why should you do that to Seo-ye?"

"Oh no! I didn't think about it. Mr. Lee Jong-seok, I did not bow to you."

Lee Jong-seok was even more at a loss when even the principal treated him with respect.

The principal, who laughed at Lee Jong-seok, sat him in an empty seat and put some refreshments on the front plate.

"Eat some of this and... No, eat it."

Lee Jong-seok smacked his appetite and picked up a refreshment at the sight of the principal smiling and moving forward.

'It looks delicious.’

The round-shaped snacks were glossy and polished.

Expectations were low on Lee Jong-seok's face, who picked it up.

With refreshments coming from such luxurious places, I thought I could taste something I haven't tasted lately.

Sweep!

Lee Jong-seok's face, which chewed refreshments in his mouth, was filled with admiration.

'It's... delicious.'

It was my first taste since I got the absolute taste. Besides, incense...

I don't know what scent it is, but it's in my mouth. It smells like flowers, but it's soft.'

Besides, it's not too sweet and it's savory... It was very nice.

Smiling, eating snacks and drinking a cup of tea, the principal walked the scroll he had brought to the wall.

Shake it!

Tea spewed out of Lee Jong-seok's mouth on the letters revealed as the scroll unfolded.

"Poooo!"

The letter from the scroll was written by Lee Jong-seok to the principal.

'Why is that?'

When Lee Jong-seok hurriedly wiped his mouth, an adult next to him handed him a tissue.

"Are you all right?"

"Wow... that's fine."

As Lee Jong-seok hurriedly wiped his mouth and tried to clean his own tea water, a woman standing on one side approached and cleaned up the tea water and refreshments in front of him.

"You can eat it.”

"I'll get it back."

Lee Jong-seok's appetite was stimulated by the woman's polite bowing her head and taking refreshments and tea cups.

Then the adults got up and approached the scroll.

"The soft scent of the ink is well divided."

"The teacher went himself."

"I see."

"Your handwriting is more beautiful than I saw in the picture.”

"It's like Wang Mung-gyeong's penmanship. Did the teacher write Wang Mungyeong's handwriting?"

"My teacher has learned his own handwriting, so he doesn't know it's Wang Mung's.”

"Self-taught... That's great."

Listening to the murmurs of the adults, Lee Jong-seok was eating refreshments and tea that the woman brought back.

'It's delicious.'

Especially when I ate tea with refreshments, the taste was better.

'I want to see who the cook is here.’

I'm curious about the chef who makes the taste that you can't find fault with even your absolute taste.