Chapter 11: A Village’s Concerns
Otherwise, he would have preferred to savor the plain rice for a while before touching the meat.
The bone broth, made by Second Uncle, was the most delicious ome.
There was also a dish of braised bones, it golden and richly colored, with flavor that had seeped deep into the marrow—it smelled amazing.
With so many dishes on the table, the aroma of the braised bones wasn't particularly strong, but seeing Im Beomhyeon eating them so eagerly was proof enough that they were delicious.
Bok Taejin had already noticed that Im Beomhyeon was quite picky about food.
If he liked something, it was usually really good; if he barely touched a dish, it was probably just average.
After eating to their heart's content, some people stayed behind to clean up—clearing tables, washing dishes, and handling other chores.
By now, the night had fallen.
The sky was dark, but several bonfires had been lit in the open space, along with lanterns hanging outside the houses, illuminating half the village.