It's Raining

Yerin swallowed hard.

On the bamboo plate lay neatly arranged, translucent slices of sashimi.

The flesh glistened softly in the sunlight, looking utterly delicious.

And with the bamboo adding its own distinct ambience,

it almost made you forget this was the middle of a deserted island and feel as though you were in an upscale Japanese restaurant.

Of course, every slice was crooked and uneven,

but in a situation like this, it looked delicious no matter what.

“...Wow. We're really living in luxury on a deserted island. It's a little sad we don't have chojang, though.”

Kim Woong, standing beside her, nodded repeatedly in admiration.

“If we had a pot and some seasonings, we could've made maeuntang too. But, Benefactor, is it really okay for me to eat this?”...