Weed sat down at the table and began to peel the sweet potatoes.
Seoyoon also sat down next to him and quietly began peeling sweet potatoes and eating them.
In the past, there was a time they also ate together like this in the Instructor’s log cabin.
‘Every time we meet, we seem to end up eating something together. If we’re this tied together, could it be fate?’
The sweet potatoes that they put into a campfire and grilled. The sweet potato eaten at night was puffy with steam and had an aesthetic golden meat.
Weed took a mouthful of the sweet potato.
It was savory while being sweet!
‘It would’ve been perfect if I had some kimchi to go with this.’
He had enough proficiency in cooking to make some kimchi. He also had the necessary ingredients.
However, it was impossible to start marinating kimchi when one wanted to eat it. That was why special foods, such as kimchi, usually sold at exceedingly high prices.
Because it became a widely spread universal food that even the Westerners could eat, it was available in most restaurants.
People loved to eat kimchi to the point where chefs would learn how to make it first.
Weed diligently peeled and ate the sweet potatoes. Ever since coming to the North, there was very little to eat, so they were in a hungry state.
Alveron tried to eat politely at first, but he started to eat hastily. After he started traveling with Weed, he began to gain an appreciation for food.
The basket filled with sweet potatoes began to rapidly empty.
Weed and Alveron did most of the eating, but the amount Seoyoon was putting away was also substantial. It was then that Weed looked at the Elder’s expression.
A mooch must always gauge the state of his benefactor in order to live and eat.
The glaring eyes and the furrowed brows!