Delicious!

Park Jiung was having an experience like this for the first time in his life. The wine and the hotel's cooking both.

Inwardly he admired it and admired it again.

It melts softly away in the mouth. There is no other way of putting it than that.

To Park Jiung even the Cheonghwa High School canteen was a grand thing. But hotel cooking was of another order.

The dishes set out on the table he ate by taking his cue from the other children and following them.

He is in the middle of learning table manners different from the ones he keeps when it is just him and his grandmother eating.

To become a friend for life to Ha Tae-ung, even the small courtesies have to be learned in advance.

Their way of speaking, the movements of their hands, the carriage of their bodies, every single thing they did, he took in with his eyes.

Park Jiung has a good head, and he took each thing in as it came and turned it into action.

He tasted each of the different dishes served in one after another, and drank the wine as well.

The members of the Management Studies Society, whose eyes he had not dared to meet until only a short while ago.

Thanks to Ha Tae-ung they are friends now.

What is in their hearts does not matter.

I go my own road, and hard!

Ha Tae-ung told him to become a prosecutor. The goal is Seoguk University.

Park Jiung, holding the dream of a prosecutor, was not cowed and took his place naturally in a meal with the Management Studies Society's members.

At the very moment when the meal was at its height, a foreign cook appeared.

But unlike the other cooks, he was not wearing a toque.

And on top of that, blond hair, slightly disordered.

He was speaking French. The trouble was the look he turned on the children at their meal.

Is he sneering?

The shape of the mouth, the corner twisted slightly and lifted, was sneering, and there was no doubt of…