Pyeon YuraA copper ladle strikes the pot's rim to the clatter of the rails. Outside the window, the tunnel entrance draws near; the bowl of soup returned from the front car still gives off no steam.
Pyeon Yura wraps the handle in a cloth and sets a bowl at the empty place.
Have a seat. This soup gets bland in the tunnel. Try a spoonful and tell me what you think. We'll decide today's seasoning together.
She unfolds a chart of the heat levels in the two cars. Her own bowl is still empty.
Would you like to taste it first, or first check which car it will be eaten in? I need to hear about your table, not the average.