357 He's... My Husband

More than a week passed, and the situation was the same. Byeol's kitchen assistant had fallen ill and did not report for work. Chun-Ho was her aid the entire time. 

She did not have time to look for a new assistant. Chun-Ho was very adamant that she did not have to. He was there to help her and he said it again and again. 

On a busy weekend, the town's marketplace was filled with people. Rows of stalls, standing next to each other, opened for the crowd, ready with their dialectical dishes. Many of them serving Chinese special cuisines; raw seafood, dim sum, roasted pork, and duck. However, there was only one stall that served Korean food, and that was Xing's special moksal kimchi. 

It wasn't a surprise for Chun-Ho anymore that Byeol's stall was packed, but for odd reasons, since he assisted Byeol, they had more customers coming over.

The two of them were bustling and had been for hours, fulfilling the orders of the consumers.