Have a Meal Before You Go

The slices of meat were glossy and colorful. If you tap it, it gives me a strangely pleasant elasticity.

Looking closely, the slices of meat moved as if they were alive. We should say they're shivering. This means that the meat is not alive, but that it has not yet been slaughtered.

It's literally freshly butchered meat.

Chulho smiled and gently sprinkled salt and pepper over the cut meat.

The thickness is roughly the length of the index finger.

The thick fat layer, which is characteristic of pork belly, is combined with the meat, resulting in a very nice shape.

When you grill meat, the fry pan is the most comfortable. Frying pans are clean and cooked evenly, yet very easy to control.

But if it's pork belly, it's a little different.

“Khan!”

Khan gives you a shrug.

“You summoned me.”

“Is Tangerine asleep? ”

“Yes, I sleep. ”

“Wake up. Dinner's out tonight. ”

“Huh?”

The car opened its eyes wide. Then I opened my eyes again as I saw the slicing meat.

* * *

The nameless ridge is so backward that no one can find it.

Cheolho glances around. No one. Tangerine is still awake, rubbing her sleepy eyes in the lap of the Khan.

Chulho gathers large stones around him and stacks them well. A circular, large fire pit was formed. I put firewood in it.

“Light it up. ”

Khan nods and breathes. A faint breeze gushes out, igniting the firewood.

Tatata Tak!

It's a portable flint. Cheolho patted his head with a satisfied face.

The firewood begins to burn fiercely.

Cheolho went pot-ho, then pot-hot again. It was filled with dry branches and firewood.

“....... ”

Khan was surprised.

I didn't see it at all. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. How great is this man's power?

Khan is currently a master of the ‘Mutuga’ and ‘Master of Swordsmanship’ classes, and intermediate achievements of the class‘ Power of Regeneration ’were achieved.

The time it takes to master a second class is twice the time and effort it takes to achieve the first class.

What's the third class?

It takes twice the time and effort for a second class master.

In short, the greater the number of singularities in a class, the more exponential it takes time, effort, and talent. Even a dragon-born self did not make it to the ranks of three class masters for 50 years.

So how great is this guy? I couldn't even catch a glimpse.

“What makes you think that? ”

Meanwhile, the iron arc raises an iron plate made of mesh over the fire.

“No.”

“Hi-!"

Tangerine opened her eyes wide.

He must be completely awake. The tangerines smiled and waved their hands once as they watched the flaming slabs rise.

Shararak-!

A higher water spirit appeared in the air.

When the Spirit of Water appeared, tangerine pointed at the fire with her fingers.

The spirit holds its hand over the fire as if it knew.

Chihuahua!

The fire goes out, making a loud noise. Tangerine laughed as if it was funny and shouted at the spirit.

“Mamma! Mamma! ”

“....... ”

Cheolho has a forehead.

It was a very ambitious night after a little more time when I was going to start a fire again.

The clear moon was in the sky, and the clear night sky was clearly visible. As the sculptural clouds passed by the sky, Iron Cork placed King Pin's pork belly on a well rolled iron plate.

Tsk, tsk!

As soon as I put the meat up, I started baking.

Grilling pork belly is fun. Oil falls from the thick layer of fat, and the flames go up, hook, hook.

When the wood is gathered and burned, the fire is intensely blazed.

If I could get quality oak charcoal or bamboo charcoal to start a fire, it would taste much better, but unfortunately I couldn't get it right away.

But it doesn't matter.

Even if the firewood you picked up is not good charcoal, the meat you grill outside will taste very special.

“....... ”

Cheolho saw the meat that had begun to ripen without a word. The surfaces that come into direct contact with fire are moderately ripe. It has a thick meat thickness, so wait a little longer.

Here you go.

When the color is ripe to about half the thickness, it flips over.

Tsk, tsk!

You hear the sound of excitement again.

A slightly burnt brown light on the surface of the meat and a pop of white fat delighted him. If you grill the other side well, you can eat it.

Cheolho was cut to a good size to eat thick pork belly.

Basically, when you eat pork belly, you use salt, fennel, pepper paste, etc., but today it's just salt.

Iron Tiger's theory is that you have to use salt to get a deeper sense of the flavor and flavor unique to the ingredient.

I gently sprinkled the salt, and I also took a single pork belly fleck that I sprinkled the pepper again and gave it to Tangerine. After cooling the pork belly, Tangerine opened her eyes.

“Marcia.”

“Yes."

Chul-ho stroked the cheek of such a tangerine and said to Kahn.

“Let's eat.”

* * *

Although pork belly was ripe and tasty, Chulho was moderately ripe, favoring the combination of salty and smooth taste. Put it in your mouth, bitch! If you chew it - it ripens very well in a strong fire and the fat part filled with juice bursts first. It produces hot meat juice and blends with the taste of meat.

Salty, salty, and light and greasy. The pork belly had an ironic taste. That's why it's so tasty. I'm going to eat the one that's running out of gas again.

The more I chew, the more it tastes new. Chulho chewed a bite for a long time. I enjoy the new flavor that fat produces while chewing, and I once again enjoy the feeling that greasy things pass when swallowed.

Chulho, who was eating for a long time, took out soju.

“As expected, it's soju for pork belly. ”

“I agree."

Khan nods, smiling.

A glass of soju filled up with wine.

Chew a mouthful of hot meat, then swallow. Immediately pour in a glass of soju. The greasy mouth re-opens, eating meat again.

Should I sprinkle some more salt?

Strangely, I thought the less meat I made, the more delicious it became. It was about time Chulho and Khan drank the bottle with soju like that.

The compartment carefully asked.

“Cheolho.”

“Huh?"

“Was the Demon King strong? ”

Steel smiles lightly, dips in alcohol, then goggles and swallows. And I answered.

“Yes, strong. It was amazing.”

Cheolho pauses and adds.

“Of course, I was taller. ”

“Do you hate the Demon King? ”

“Hatred.”

There was a time when I hated the Demon King. The horde of monsters and horsemen he led were strong. It was a war where many of my colleagues and friends died and washed their blood with blood.

Chulho hated the Demon King.

I used to hate...

“The Demon King was summoned by someone. ”

“…… hmm? ”

Chulho clears his throat again, thinking for a moment before opening his mouth.

“Someone summoned himself to the continent of Espan. ”

“Is that possible? There's someone who can summon the Demon King? ”

“I was also summoned by someone. ”

“Who summoned you? ”

“I've traveled all over the land for 10 years to find that one. I searched the eastern and western continents like this, but I couldn't find them. ”

“...... ”

Khan was silent for a moment.

“How did you get back, then? ”

Chulho smiled bitterly.

For 10 years, I searched the world.

But I couldn't find the answer.

At some point, Chulho was summoned to another world and suddenly fought the Demon King. Valuable people get hurt and die, but I can't help but be strong.

When time went by and I had a sense of terror.

In front of Cheolho, there is a gap in the long-waven dimension.

A modern building is visible through the gap.

That's how I came back.

“Can you believe it? This is the truth."

Khan says nothing. I just drank a few drinks.

How long has it been?

Khan mutters quietly.

“I believe.”

And he nodded.

“Good job, Chulho. ”

“....... ”

Cheolho glances at the sliding compartment and smiles.

“Hardship.”

It was late at night when the two men poured soju cups.

Tangerine was filled with oil in her mouth to see if pork belly was delicious. I was going to try to bake some stubble, but I couldn't eat all the pork belly, so I was full.

I thought I should leave it and give it to the guests.

Suddenly, the words of the Khan came to my mind.

Do you hate the Demon King?

Yeah, it is.

I still hate the Demon King.

But at the same time, I feel compassion.

So ironically, you may not hate it. Maybe.

But-.......

He shakes his head to the left and to the right, and stands up.

.

Cheolho often had nightmares.

I mainly dreamed of war.

Those who were dying were precious people. So I was in pain. I nailed myself to my chest several times a day. The nail was so big, it hurt so much.

It was around that time that he began to rely on alcohol. I could still sleep when I was drunk. It was hard to stay sane.

Maybe if you weren't such a tough guy, you'd be out of your mind already.

“....... ”

It was a quiet morning when Cheolho opened his eyes.

I was short of breath. I thought my chest was tingling and I bit my lip and breathed a little.

Suddenly, I turned around and saw tangerines sleeping with their noses on their heads.

I hear snoring and snoring. My heart feels warm for some reason. Chulho slightly closes his eyes and hears the sound. I was relieved.

Chulho stroked the cheek of a tangerine that had fallen off without knowing the world. This guy smells good. Should I say baby stench? So I smelled it again for a while.

Here you go.

We have to get up.

I was careful not to break the tangerines.

In the corner of the room, the room falls asleep in an odd position. Anyway, he was a very bitter dragon.

It's a normal morning.

I like this mediocrity.

Chulho stepped out with a smile on his face. You scrub the interior and clean the dishes again. Open the door when you're ready.

I opened the door to the dining room and went out to enjoy the warm sunshine.

It was the moment I had just taken out a cigarette.

“Student.”

There was already someone in front of the diner.

“Yes?”

What do you mean students?

When Chulho turned his gaze, I saw a crooked grandmother.

She sits on the floor, making a long face.

“Where do I go to catch a train with Arirang? ”

“Yes?”

I've never heard of the Arirang train. Cheolho tilts her head, and she stands up in between.

She was a very small and skinny grandmother.

“Don't you know? Oh, dear. What if everyone doesn't know.......”

She mutters an unknown word and slowly walks down the alleyway.

“....... ”

Chulho snorts and watches as she disappears.

At the end of her disappearance, a familiar man walks in often.

“Ah, Ms. Grant! Good morning! Hahaha, good morning, right? ”

That chatty guy is Choi Jae Woo.

Chulho lowered his head lightly with a smile.

“Hello."

The day has started again today.