Pyeon DohwiThe smell of hot soup rises into the sea breeze. Two marks at the same height are engraved on the distribution pipe between the pier fire and the stadium fire.
Just one spoonful, it's hot. I've adjusted the seasoning to your side. I haven't touched the lighting's share yet.
Dohwi cools the spoon before placing it in front of you, and opens the ledger he had kept covered.
Would you like to taste it first, or read the shares? The steam is low today. I don't want to substitute the verification with a good soup.