Whenever he checked the names on his business card, Lee Jong-seok was surprised.

"Wow, the principal's connections are no joke."

There were directors of large corporations, retired like Kang Chul-jae, and there were people somewhere in the lab.

But the history of the torture people was great.

These are the records. Lee Jong-seok greeted the principal with such business cards.

'Our principal is the weakest.’

Taejin High School Principal... Of course, it is a place with reputation and social status, but it is weak compared to the history of adults on their business cards.

Thinking that way, the principal smiled and said as Lee Jong-seok put his business cards in his pocket.

"Come on! Let's eat now. I've brought my teacher here, and we should treat him to a meal."

Then when the principal winked at the lady, she went outside and soon began to bring in the food.

Lee Jong-seok's mouth was watering as he watched the dishes neatly placed in front of him.

Taste is important for food, but shape and aroma are also important. The food in front of us now had such a good shape and aroma that it tasted delicious without having to look at it.

'Swallow! It looks delicious. But isn't the amount too small?'

When Lee Jong-seok was thinking inside while looking at the food, the lady next to him whispered softly.

"We'll fill you up right away, so you can eat comfortably."

"Oh, it's a refill."

At the word refill, the lady smiled lightly and nodded.

"Yes."

Lee Jong-seok, who laughed at the lady's words, picked up the kimchi and put it in his mouth.

'It's delicious.'

Chewing kimchi gave me a crunchy and cool taste. And beef radish soup was cool and savory.

Lee Jong-seok, who was enjoying other side dishes, ribs, and fried fish, smiled and picked up a side dish.

Lee Jong-seok, who picked up the pickled perilla leaf in soy sauce, put it in his mouth, frowned, and slipped out a tissue and spat it out.

'It smells bad.’

At the sight of it, the lady behind her slowly took a pickle of perilla leaves and turned around and left the room.

***

The lady, carrying a bowl of perilla leaves, headed straight to the kitchen. The kitchen was moving busily.

There are not many customers because it is a restaurant that operates as a membership without receiving large-scale guests are not many.

But the dishes on the guests' tables were busier and busier than regular restaurants to cook and prepare right away.

Closer to the busy kitchen, the lady gave a cook a perilla leaf.

"A guest in the chrysanthemum room spit out sesame leaves while eating."

Just like a top-of-the-line restaurant, you have to check immediately to see if there is a problem with your customers' food, and if there is a problem, you have to correct

The cook looked at her in wonder at the lady's words.

"Spit it out?"

"Yes."

The cook tilted his head at the lady's words and tasted the perilla leaf.

"That's not bad. What about other foods?”

"Everything is delicious except perilla leaves."

"Isn't it palatable?"

"How do I get a new one?"

"Just leave it. I guess it doesn't suit my taste.”

When the lady with her head down moved away, the cook looked at the perilla leaf for a while and put it down.

Sesame leaf pickles are side dishes anyway. And I couldn't afford to pay attention to perilla leaves because I had to go out now.

Lee Jong-seok smiled and ate the fruits and tea that came out as dessert after enjoying the food.

'It's delicious.'

When the refreshments were deliciously served, the lady slipped the coldness onto the table.

"It's the food you asked for."

At the girl's words, the principal held it out to Lee Jong-seok.

"I prepared some food because it looked delicious. Go eat with your parents."

"Oh! Thank you."

An old man came in as we laughed and talked.

"Did you enjoy your meal?"

"Oh! It's been a long time, Master Kim."

"Thank you always for coming."

"Hahaha! We should thank our master for always providing us with such a great opportunity. By the way, do you still check your meals like this?”

An old man named Kim Sook-soo shook his head small at an adult's words.

"My son usually checks out the guests' awards. I'm here today because I have a problem with the award."

"Is there a problem with the prize?"

At Kim's words, the faces of adults were puzzled. I ate it deliciously, but I wonder what's wrong with it.

"We enjoyed the meal..."

At the principal's words, Kim shook his head small and said,

"There was a slight problem with the pickled sesame leaves."

"Is it really damaged?”

"But there was a taste problem. So I'm not going to charge you for this food today."

At Kim Sook-soo's words, the principal smiled and turned his head at Kang Chul-jae, who said he would pay for the food today.

"Georam had a windfall today.”

At the principal's words, Kang Chul-jae turned his head toward Lee Jong-seok.

"I was going to treat you to a meal, but this is what happened. Next time, I'll set up another table."

"Yes."

When Lee Jong-seok bowed politely, Kang Chul-jae rose up.

"I'm looking forward to the next meeting. I'll set a date for you."

At Kang Chul-jae's words, people nodded and raised themselves.

"I'll treat you to a nice meal if you come back next time."

"Hahaha! Okay. Please take good care of yourself, Master Kim."

"Thank you."

Kim Suk-soo, who greeted Moon Bang-woo one by one, followed them as if he was trying to see them off.

Kim Suk-soo, who was walking with Lee Jong-seok in the garden, said quietly.

"I heard you spat out perilla leaf pickles."

Lee Jong-seok hurriedly bowed his head when his grandfather was treating him respectfully.

"Speak comfortably."

"You can't do that to your guests."

"I want you to treat me like a grandson, not a guest. It's so uncomfortable to be treated with respect from an adult."

"Yes, it is not the owner's duty to make the guest uncomfortable... Let's do that."

Then said Kim.

"Was the perilla leaf pickle flavored?"

"You said earlier that it tasted bad..."

When Lee Jong-seok asked why he asked him, Kim smiled and nodded.

"Yes, it tasted weird, didn't it?"

"A little."

"May I ask how strange it was?"

"The grubby taste... Oh! A little bit. Very little."

Kim shook his head as he looked at Lee Jong-seok, who was talking behind his back, in case he was offended.

"What's wrong with calling a bad taste a bad one? Only..."

Kim Sook-soo continued to talk while looking at Lee Jong-seok.

"Your sense of taste surprised me."

Lee Jong-seok sighed at Kim's words.

'So I don't have an appetite these days.’

At Lee Jong-seok's sigh, Kim Sook-soo looked at him mysteriously.

"Why do you sigh?"

"It's hard to eat food these days because of my taste buds."

"You must be very sensitive to taste. Then do you just eat the tasteless rice?"

At Kim's words, Lee Jong-seok took out a disposable envelope from his pocket.

"So I carry this around.”

We are supposed to meet at 11 o'clock, so I brought a marinated bag because I thought I would eat rice.

Of course, I didn't have to use these spices in today's food.

"Sprice?"

"School meals are terrible. So I carry this around and eat it with my own seasoning."

"I don't think the taste will change much if you season food that's already been made and has been over time.”

"I wish I could season it myself when I make it, but I can't, so I should do this."

While talking with Lee Jong-seok, he was able to arrive at the gate.

Kim took out his business card and held it out.

"I'd like to see you again, so call me whenever you have time. I'll make you my delicious food."

"Hey... can my parents come with me?”

"Hoo! You only need one or three more bites or spoons, so take them with you.”

"Thank you."

Lee Jong-seok, who put his business card in his pocket, greeted the elders of Moon Bang-woo and soon got into the car with the principal.

When Lee Jong-seok put on his seat belt, the principal whispered.

"Is the school meal that bad?”

"Oh! No, it's just edible.”

I heard a conversation between Su-su Kim and himself.

"No, you should know."

"Just a little liver... I think it'll be good if it's seasoned well."

At Lee Jong-seok's words, the principal nodded and left the car.

'Is the school meal tasteless?’

With that in mind.