Hong Song-hyun approached the big pot. Then he banged his finger in it.

Fa'at!

Watching the water on his finger reach the pot and boil up, he poured the meat from the basin on one side.

Shoot!

Hearing the meat ripening, Hong Song-hyun began to flip the meat quickly with a shovel.

"What do you want to see?”

"What?"

"You said you came for a field trip."

Jong-seok approached Hong Song-hyun, who kept scouring the meat up and down with a shovel.

"I love cooking, and I wonder what I do when I cook on a large scale.”

"Do this."

Watching Hong Song-hyun shuffle the meat around with a shovel, Jong-seok looked around.

In fact, there were large pots and cooks were cooking with shovels.

Jong-seok asked Jong-seok as he watched him wash the rice with a shovel.

"Then how do you season it?"

Hong Song-hyun pointed to one side when asked by Jong-seok.

"Every dish has a set amount of seasoning. You can just pour it in as it is."

Along with the horse, Hong Song-hyun lifted up the soy sauce bottle and poured it in.

"Won't you taste it?"

"Of course I see. But if you put in the set seasonings and ingredients, it tastes similar."

"How does it taste? I think it'll taste good if we add more seasoning."

"If you cook with a set sauce, it tastes a bit good. Common sense."

"Soldier Kim Sang-sik!"

As a soldier approached, Hong Song-hyun handed over the shovel.

When Kim Sang-sik moved the shovel around and mixed the meat, Hong Song-hyun said, wiping the sweat on his forehead.

"Make food for 300 people at a time. The taste is important, but the important thing here is hygiene. If the food goes wrong, three hundred people get stomachaches."

"I see."

"And time. You have to pay for the food at the set time. If you try something to make it delicious like you said, and if you screw up the ingredients, another 300 people have to starve.”

"Ah..."

"But if we make it according to the seasoning and ingredients and recipe from the Ministry of National Defense here, we won't at least fly the ingredients. Do you have any more questions?"

"Can I have a try, too.

At Jong-seok's words, Hong Song-hyeon looked at him and retired the soldier washing rice on one side and offered a shovel.

"Think of drawing a circle as you drag it deep into the floor."

Even if it is wrong, rice can be washed again or spilled a little. That's why I washed the rice.

"Drawing circle?"

"That's the only way to wash up. Do it."

Jong-seok received a shovel from Hong Song-hyeon and stabbed it deep into the rice.

'It's not going in well.’

It was not easy to shovel because it had too much rice. And lifting up the shovels again...

"You can't do it by force. Lean against the barrel wall... ...yes."

Jong-seok's shoveling changed after understanding Hong Song-hyun's words.

'Well done.'

Hong Song-hyun, who was briefly looking at Jong-seok's shoveling, nodded.

"Yes, that's how it works.”

"How long do I have to wash?"

"Three more."

Then Hong Song-hyeon received the shovel and tilted the barrel to one side to pour out the water.

Shoot!

Not a grain of rice fell out of the water.

'Wow, you're good.’

And just before the rice fell, Hong Song-hyun, who rebuilt the barrel, put a water hose inside.

Shoot!

Hong Song-hyun, who gave the shovel to another soldier watching the water fill up, brought Jong-seok to the meat pot he saw.

"Stretch away."

Hong Song-hyun, who was shoveled by a retreating soldier, scratched the floor around, mixed the meat and held it out to Jong-seok.

"Try it."

"Yes."

The shoveled stalactites shook around and mixed the meat.

Hong Song-hyun nodded at the sight.

"Good job."

"I thought it was the same way as when I was washing rice earlier."

"That's right. So when the kids first come, order the ingredients first and then leave them to wash the rice. Next up is this stir-fried dish."

Then Hong Song-hyun said while looking at the meat.

"The important thing when stir-frying a large amount of meat is to prevent it from burning. "If you don't mix the meat well to the bottom, the meat will burn, and if the meat burns, the food..."

"You smell burnt."

"That's right. And..."

Hong Song-hyun took a container of red pepper paste and started pouring it in. Then, add the seasoning of sugar, pepper, etc.

Then Hong Song-hyun began to shovel quickly.

Argh! Argh!

Every time I shoveled, the meat began to turn into a delicious color.

"If you put in the sauce, you'll have to flip it over from then on. Otherwise, the sauce will burn.”

"I see."

"Hey!"

At Hong Song-hyun's call, a soldier who was shoveling came.

"Hae."

When the soldier shoveled, Hong Song-hyeon, who was watching it, turned around and went to the side.

"This is a soup."

"It's soybean paste soup?"

"You'll know when you come to the army, but doenjang soup is the one you eat the most in the army."

Hong Song-hyun explained how to make soybean paste soup.

***

Returning home in the principal's car, Jong-seok wrote down what happened today in his experience book.

Jong-seok's face was surprised by the article published by the Experience Book.

'Experience... Awesome....'

I thought today's experience would give me some experience.

Even when I saw the royal medal, it gave me 2,500 experience points.

Even if the scrolls of the Cheongjindang were woven, I thought I would gain some experience because the handwriting was the same as the master's handwriting.

And General Ko Gil-soo, who is not a Samsung general, is a general, so I will give him experience value.

But I didn't know it would drop this much. It earned 4,750 experience points.

Jong-seok laughed as he was looking at the experiences written in the Experience Book.

"My chef has never cooked 300 servings at once either."

Jong-seok's face hardened as he was looking at the experience book with a pleasant smile.

'By the way......'

After reading the experience book for a while, Jong-seok stroked his chin.

"What are we going to do with our career?”

While talking with Moon Bang-woo adults today, I think about my future career.

I want to eat well and live well.

However, I didn't know what to do to live my life, but it was Jong-seok's idea.

As you study well, you will do well on the college entrance exam. Then you can choose the university and department you want.

I just don't know what to do.

My parents seem to want to be judges or doctors, but... I didn't know if it was what he wanted.

This is a concern that I would not have done in the past. If you graduate from high school, you will go to the army and then take the civil service exam.

But now there are too many options.

'You have to make a choice...'

Jong-seok, who was thinking for a while, looked at the desk calendar. Then Jong-seok left the room.

My parents were laughing watching TV.

"Yes. What do you need?”

Jong-seok said, sitting in front of both of you.

"I'm going on a trip."

Mom and dad looked at him with a sudden remark. And the mother said absurdly.

"What kind of trip is your son's senior in high school?"

"I think I should go now.”

"No, the college entrance exam is coming up soon. Now..."

Ttuk!

The father, who turned off the TV, held his mother's hand and looked at Jong-seok.

"Did you make the decision after much thought?”

"Yes."

"Hmm... so where and how are you going to go?”

"I haven't thought about it yet."

His father opened his mouth after seeing him for a while at Jong-seok's words.

"Alone?"

"To go alone."

Mother hurried to Jong-seok's words.

"How can a child travel alone? Because it's dangerous..."

"Uhhhhhhh!"

My father, who stopped my mother's words, opened his mouth while watching Jong-seok.

"Just promise me one thing."

"What?"

"You have to call three times a day and take a healthy trip."

"Yes."

"Then go ahead.”

Mom looked at him in surprise at his father's sudden permission.

"Honey."

"Oh! Jong-seok must have said he'd go because he had an idea."

"No, what kind of trip is a senior in high school right now!"

Dad shook his head at the screaming mother.

"Just trust Jong-seok and let him go.”

"No, this guy is now..."

Holding her angry mother's hand, the father looked at her for a moment and turned his head toward Jong-seok.

"When are you going to go?"

"Tomorrow."

"My... work?"

Dad, who didn't expect to go right away tomorrow, nodded while watching Jongseok.

"What about money?"

"I'm going to take what I have and I'm going to work and use it if I need to.”

At Jong-seok's words, Dad got up, brought his wallet, and took out a card.

"It's not for use, it's for emergency use."

"Thank you."

Dad, who gave me the card, nodded.

"Just go in there."

"Yes."

Jong-seok went into the room because of his father's words. And I could hear my mom screaming at my dad.

"No, you're now..."

"Listen to Jong-seok. Go out and talk."

And with the sound of the door opening, no two voices were heard.

Jong-seok sneaked up to the window and looked down. My parents were fighting below.

"What kind of trip do you send your high school senior on?"

"Trust Jong-seok. Jongseok shouldn't have said this.”

"But what if there's an accident!"

"You're going to have an accident when you're an adult.”

"What are you talking about!"

"Calm down and listen to me."

Then the father, who held her hand, continued.

"Let's trust Jong-seok."

Mom opened her mouth after a while at Dad's words.

"I believe... ...because I'm worried."

"So I told you to call me three times a day.”

"But..."

"She's the one who studied and won first place in school even if we didn't ask her to. Before that, we expected Jong-seok to study.”

Dad, who paused for a moment, continued.

"Let's trust him and let him go. A man grows up by traveling.”

"But..."

"Don't you wish Jong-seok well?”

"Who said so?"

"Then... let me go. I'm going to be a bigger son when I come back from my trip.”

"In case of an accident... I'm divorcing you.”

"All right. All right."

Jong-seok slipped his head from the window in their conversation.

Then he smiled small.

"If you don't want to divorce them, you'll have to come back safe."

Jong-seok muttered inside, turned on the computer and opened the map window. And while looking at the map, Jong-seok saw a prelude.

Jeonju with Lee Soo-mi... But Jong-seok shook his head.

'Where I don't know... Let's go somewhere we don't have any connection.'

Thinking of that, Jong-seok began to plan his itinerary.

***

The next morning, I saw a large pot and a rock and rock canister in my mother's eyes.

What is it?

I could see the letter in the eyes of my mother, who approached the pot with curious eyes. Feeling uneasy, his mother hurriedly opened Jong-seok's door.

Jong-seok's room was empty.

'Don't tell me?

The startled mother hurriedly opened the letter.

After her mother was absentminded by Jong-seok's letter that ended with it, tears began to drip.

"My son... I'll talk to my mom."

The face of her mother, who was holding the letter in tears, suddenly hardened.

"This is all... Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

My mother, who couldn't continue to say anything, went into the bedroom.

"Ouch! What's wrong!"

I heard my mother's scream with my father's scream.

"This is all because of you.”

"What are you talking about! When I have something... Ow!"

"It's all because of this man!"

"Ouch! What the hell is wrong with you!"

"I don't know, you human!"

***

Not knowing what was going on at home, Jong-seok was boiling the fastest tea tickets in the terminal.

The fastest destination of time was Chuncheon.

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