Chapter One Hundred Forty Three

Warren watched Hans, who was devouring his jjampong. Even though he wanted to take him to a better restaurant, the man said he wanted to eat jjampong. So, he took him to the jjampong shop he used to go to with his family. It's not a big shop, but the jjampong at the shop is quite famous. In addition, the owner has changed for up to three generations.

"Is it delicious?" asked Warren.

Hans glanced at him and nodded. "It's very tasty. I never knew there was a jjampong shop this good."

He smiled faintly. Then he handed him a glass of water. "Not spicy?"

"No, it's not spicy! But… Why don't you eat too? It'll be cold later," said Hans, who realized that the man was just looking at him.

Warren took a deep breath and rested his chin on his palm. "I like it when you eat."

Hans was silent for a moment. He looked around the shop a little. Although not many visitors came, their table in the middle of the room could easily attract people's attention.