Jong-seok was in a good mood after saying hello to his uncle. It feels like I've put down a heavy burden that I was pressing against my chest.

However, Jong-seok tore his hair for a while.

'Oh, shit! I shouldn't have sold it.’

Come to think of it, the only reason I sold Wang Ga-hoon was because I wanted to pay for his sick uncle's hospital expenses.

However, since he didn't receive the medal until the end, he sold the royal medal for nothing.

Ha! I can't even ask you to take it back now. I shouldn't have sold it.’

It was good to have a large sum of money, but if you didn't have to sell the royal medal, you wouldn't have sold it.

'Ha! If I had known you were the owner of the building, I wouldn't have sold you.’

I wouldn't have sold it if I knew it would be a middle class with a better situation, even if it weren't for the owner of the building.

Who would have thought a shabby man who always wears similar sweatshirts would be rich?

'Haah!

Thinking about it made me sigh. Jong-seok, who shook his head in a small way, shifted his steps.

'Let's go home for now. By the way, should I tell my parents about this money?’

Jong-seok, who was walking around thinking about whether he needed money at home, suddenly looked around.

"Should I say hello to the director?"

Jong-seok shook his head as he was thinking whether he should at least say hello to Moon Jae-chul.

They seem to be taking away the time of the head of the Seoul hospital.

'Because it hasn't been long since I said hello. Let's just go today.'

Jong-seok began to move with his thoughts. Anyway, they sold the Royal Knights and the money was left to them.

I'm afraid I sold it, but I still have the money left. It was the remaining job to leave Jong-seok with anything behind.

***

It was Sunday more than three days after the principal contacted me.

And the principal said he was sorry. The principal of Taejin Elementary School said he refused to draw pictures on the wall.

Unfortunately, Jong-seok had to give up. The principal of the school says he doesn't like it's... What else can I do?

So Jong-seok was moving his steps today with a bunch of paint cans in his hands.

"Uh! It's cold."

I saw a bakery in the eyes of Jong-seok, who was moving hurriedly. In fact, Jong-seok had completely forgotten the picture that the bakery owner asked him to draw.

I was busy and couldn't even think of a bakery because of this and that.

Then, when I heard that Taejin Elementary School's principal refused the wall painting.

"I don't like the one who says no."

I'm visiting a bakery because I think there is a place where I want to draw pictures.

I'm going to go to the place where I asked you to draw me.

'Pfft! If you don't like it, it's dry.’

Since he is still a young teenager, he still has young teeth.

But Jong-seok was a little disappointed.

Painting on the wall of the school would be a good trait.

Let's think about the characteristics that can only be seen in front of our snack bar.’

With that in mind, Jong-seok, who arrived in front of the bakery, opened the door.

"Mr. President."

"Oh! Jong-seok is here."

Jong-seok felt sorry when he saw the bakery man welcoming him.

It's been a while since I asked him to draw a picture, but he didn't feel sad and welcomed me like this.

"I'm going to paint today. Would that be okay?"

"Oh! You're finally drawing."

Jong-seok, who came out with his boss smiling, looked at the bakery wall.

"But what do you want me to draw?"

"Ah! Hold on."

The boss went into the store and brought out some papers.

"I've drawn a little, and I'd like you to do this."

Jong-seok looked at the picture at the boss's words.

Bread and cakes were floating around the shop's window and on one side stood a harmonious-looking family holding hands.

"Hmm...."

It's a picture that goes well with the bakery.’

When Jong-seok was looking at the painting, the boss said.

"How are you?"

Jong-seok said while looking at the painting at the boss's words.

"You know this is a bakery without drawing bread."

The painting that matched the bakery meant that there were other houses.

"Then let's get rid of the bread picture?"

"You don't have to put in the bread picture anyway, but you can see the bread through the window. But I don't think we need to put a picture of bread."

When Jong-seok saw the window filling the store wall, the boss looked at the bread in the window for a moment.

"Then what shall I draw?"

Jong-seok looked at the bakery at his uncle's words. Then he opened his mouth.

"How about painting the seasons?”

"Season."

"I'm going to quadrate the windows here, and I'm going to draw spring, summer, fall, and winter on this side.”

Jong-seok quadrupled around the window and pointed to the wall, and the boss was lost in thought.

"Four seasons... So what are you going to draw for the four seasons?”

"I think it would be nice to draw four seasons of fruit and grain in the bread."

"Then spring is tomato and strawberry, summer is watermelon and melon, fall is apple and pear, winter is..."

Jong-seok shook his head when he saw the boss talking about winter fruits.

"Winter is Christmas."

"Christmas?"

"You don't have to put only fruits in it. Snowy Christmas is in season in winter."

"Winter is Christmas, indeed.

Jong-seok nodded at the boss and said, pointing to the wall.

"Then shall I draw it like that?"

"Yes. Let's do that."

Jong-seok nodded at the president's answer and looked at the wall.

Argh!

As soon as he looked at the wall and thought of what he would draw, Jong-seok's eyes began to be painted on the wall.

Tomatoes and strawberries that symbolize spring are everywhere, watermelons and melons that symbolize summer, apples and pears that symbolize autumn...

And the snowy Christmas atmosphere...

'It'll be a good picture.’

Thinking that way, Jong-seok began to make colors.

Sweep! Sweep!

On the desk brought by the boss, Jong-seok was drawing pictures above the window.

Since there should be time for the paint to dry, we will first draw a big picture and paint it.

And around the stones, people were watching.

"What are you drawing now?"

"Well, I don't know right now..."

The man, who shook his head at his girlfriend's question, asked Jong-seok loudly.

"What are you drawing now?”

"Spring, summer, fall, and winter."

"Season?"

At the man's question, he stopped the brush that Jong-seok was drawing and looked at him.

"I'm drawing now, so you don't know what I'm drawing. There's a snack bar over there and there's a picture around it. Watch that and eat tteokbokki and fish cake at the snack bar and come to see us later."

"Oh, my! So, are there any pretty alley paintings posted on the Internet... Did the student draw this?”

Jong-seok nodded at a woman's question.

"Yes, so go and look at the paintings."

A woman took out her cell phone at Jong-seok's horse.

"Can I take a picture?"

"Take as many shots as you like... Buy me some bread, too."

People just looked around and didn't go into the bakery, so Jong-seok gently asked me to buy some bread.

"Okay."

When the woman began to take pictures with a smile, others took out their cell phones one by one and began to take pictures of Jong-seok and the bottom.

People gathered while painting the bottom. And as the crowd gathered, more people began to gather out of curiosity about what was there.

So the bakery became a siege to the people.

And the people who were looking at the picture couldn't get over the cold went into the bakery and went to eat warm milk and bread.

"Jong-seok, do it after lunch."

I looked at him because I thought Jong-seok was already that late at the boss's words.

"What time is it now?"

"12:30."

I started drawing at about ten o'clock, so I've already drawn for two and a half hours.

He put down his brush and looked at the wall. The walls were outlined in four seasons.

It's a fruit painting, so I'll have to color it in a delicious way. Fruits drawing must be a little too much work.’

Jong-seok, who was looking at the outline of the painting, said as he looked at the people gathered around him.

"I'm going to draw again after I eat, so you guys should eat too. For your information, the snack bar over there in the picture alley is really delicious."

Jong-seok, who smiled and told me the location of the snack bar, bowed his head and entered the bakery.

On one side of the bakery was a bread-making space with rice made by his wife.

Kimchi stew... There's a lot of meat in it.’

The main dish was kimchi stew with lots of pork. The smell alone guessed the amount of meat contained in the stalactite.

The smell of oil that is unique to meat rather than a refreshing scent.

The smell alone made me feel delicious, but Jong-seok's hands wriggled.

He wants to see the liver himself.

Can I season it?’

But it was not easy to talk.

I can't tell you to put your stomach in other people's food.

'Let's just eat.'

The absolute palate was somewhat familiar, so it was worth eating unless it was very corrupt or smelly.

So as she sat down in a chair, thinking, "Let's just eat if it's worth it," said Mrs. Lee.

"Do you want to taste Jong-seok?"

"What? Me?"

"Your mom brags about your liver so well in the bathhouse. I heard you make your own tteokbokki sauce."

The boss looked at Jong-seok with surprise at his wife's words.

"Do you make tteokbokki sauce yourself?”

"I just add a little more seasoning to what my mom made."

"That's great. You're the top student in the school, and you're good at drawing, and you're cooking. What is my son's guy doing?"

Jong-seok slowly rose to his feet when he saw the owner kicking his tongue.

"Then let me taste it."

"Do it that way."

When his wife put out a spoon, Jong-seok took a spoonful of boiling kimchi stew and put it into his mouth.

'Hmm....'

Jong-seok, who was tasting kimchi stew in his mouth for a while, said.

"Give me some soy sauce and pepper, please."

"Pepper?"

My wife, who was wondering if I should put pepper in kimchi stew, brought me soy sauce and pepper.

Jong-seok put some soy sauce and pepper in it, and then he re-tried it.

'Good.'

When Jong-seok, who nodded at the disappearance of the smell of pork, sat down, his wife tasted it.

"Delicious."

When his wife muttered in amazement, the boss went somewhere and ate a spoonful of himself.

"Oh! It doesn't taste like the usual stew."

"I know. Wow! I put in so little soy sauce and pepper. How does it taste like?"

Jong-seok said when the two were surprised.

"If you boil more over there, the taste will change. I have to eat now."

"Ah! Yes."

Then the wife put out the fire and put the stew on the table.

"Come on! Let's eat."

Jong-seok began to eat rice with kimchi stew on his wife's words.

'It's delicious. Kimchi and pork are a good match.'

muttered inside, Jong-seok began to eat kimchi stew deliciously. Of course, kimchi stew was the only food Jongseok touched.

But so did the boss and his wife. Two people are eating kimchi stew without even touching the other side dishes.

By the time it was four o'clock, Jong-seok, who finished painting, stepped back and looked at the painting.

The fruits in the picture were lively and moist. As if the dew would drip down any minute.

And behind the apples and pear trees, which die autumn, there was a wide golden field.

If spring and summer make me feel alive, autumn gave me plenty and warmth.

And winter...

A single Christmas tree was painted where white snow fell and piled up.

And in front of the tree stood the boss and his wife smiling.

Jong-seok stepped back, looking at the faces of the two standing with a kind smile.

'It's well drawn.’

Jong-seok, who was looking at the painting for a while, looked back. Behind him, people were looking at the painting.

And as Jong-seok turned around, people began to smile and clap.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

"That's a good picture."

"Well done."

Jong-seok smiled and raised his hand lightly while listening to people's praise, then raised his brush again and wrote his name in the snowy winter.