Witness

“Jian. Two set meals!”

“Yes.”

I put the earthenware pot containing doenjang stew on the burner and turned on the heat.

I immediately took out a cast-iron pan and stir-fried enough of the marinated meat for two servings.

Aunt Hyeonju’s restaurant was packed with office workers, but it felt strangely quiet inside for the number of customers.

She definitely hadn’t said there would be this many customers. Had I been scammed?

As I seriously pondered whether I’d been scammed while breathing in the savory smell of doenjang and the sweet aroma of meat, another order came in, as if to say I had no time for that.

“Two more set meals!”

“Coming~”

I was now a spicy-pork-frying machine...