" That's what happened. I apologize, Sir."
Ho Sung Lee hung his head low in shame.
Bowl was stuck to Ho Sung Lee's leg.
Min Sung simply looked at them as if they were pathetic and sighed.
"This happened because you're weak."
Ho Sung Lee and Bowl both hung their heads like children being scolded.
"It'll get more difficult from now on. You have to get your shit together and focus. You have to get stronger if we want to protect the restaurants."
" Yes, Master."
Ho Sung Lee and Bowl mumbled their answers.
"Answer me properly," Min Sung snapped.
In response, Ho Sung Lee and Bowl simultaneously chanted, "Yes, Sir!"
"Did you bring the recipe and ingredients?"
Ho Sung Lee tapped himself in the chest and spoke confidently.
As soon as Min Sung made his command, Ho Sung Lee laid out the picnic blanket and took out the equipment from the item window.
First, he took out a rice cooker.
After that, it was a frying pan, pot, plates, and spoo...