77 Reading books gives you more experience! 77

Jong-seok looked anxiously at Kim's heart and shoulders full of fire.

Whether it's modern or oriental medicine, the worst thing is fire. In modern medicine, it is the same thing to think of as the source of the firearm, ···, 만, and all kinds of diseases called stress.

So they told me to relax and avoid stress wherever I am.

"What's the matter with you?”

"No."

"You remember what I helped you with during the jangdokdae?”

"Why would you forget that?”

"Then tell me. I might be of help."

Kim, who was looking at Jong-seok, opened his mouth.

"Let's eat first and talk."

Jong-seok looked at Kim's words and nodded and began to eat meat.

But the foods that had been delicious until just now felt not very delicious.

When I thought something had happened to Kim, I was worried and lost my appetite.

Su-su Kim must have felt it, so he got up soon.

"You invited a guest and I made a mistake. Maybe we'd better have rice next time."

"Yes, I think you'd better do that way."

Nodding Jong-seok's words, Kim Sook-soo pressed the button on the side wall of the furnace.

Then the lady who guided Jong-seok came up from somewhere.

"Sooksu."

Kim asked the little girl, who lowered her head, to clean up here, and took Jong-seok to the house.

Entering the room with Kim Sook-soo, Jong-seok could see the traditional room.

furniture and porcelain on top of old-fashioned furniture

And Bo-Ryo, who seems to have seen it only when watching historical dramas.

Looking at Kim Sook-soo sitting in his seat, Jong-seok sat behind him.

"I'll give you a massage first."

"I've been thinking about the massage that Jong-seok gave me at that time, but it's good."

"Then why don't you lie down comfortably?"

When Kim Sook-soo lay down comfortably, Jong-seok began to hit the body with a spoon.

Puff, puck, puck!

'You have a bad stomach, too. Well, if the fire is severe, the first thing to be affected is the stomach.’

After taking a closer look at Kim's body through a hit, Jong-seok began to use his hands with all his heart.

Puff, puff, Puffing!

"Yes! That's great."

Looking at Kim Sook-soo, who is happily getting a hit, Jong-seok changed his method this time.

I began to wring Kim's body with my fingers. If you know that it's a saliva, it stimulates your blood.

Although it cannot be compared to saliva, pressing down on the spot with your finger could have a similar effect.

While he was massaging Kim's body, he heard a snoring sound in Jong-seok's ear.

"Drunk! Hmm. Drunk!"

Seeing Kim sleep with a small snore, Jong-seok looked at him for a while and raised himself.

Jong-seok, who opened the door and came outside, looked around and put on his shoes. Then he took a walk along the road he had seen before toward the restaurant.

A staff member approached Jong-seok walking to the restaurant alone.

"Where are you going?”

"I'd like to see Master Kim Ho-young.”

When Jong-seok said, the staff asked him to wait for a while, and he put it on his wrist.

"Customer Lee Jong-seok wants to see you."

Then a wait-and-see staff took Jong-seok to guide him to the kitchen lounge on the transport boat.

"If you wait a moment, the master of the gun will be here. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Thank you."

At Jong-seok's horse, an employee put the car down in a teacup on one side of the lounge.

While drinking the tea, Kim Ho-young came out dressed as a cook.

"You're here."

"Hello."

When Jong-seok got up and said hello, Kim Ho-young nodded and sat down on a chair along with a cup of tea.

"What about your father?"

"Go to bed now."

"Hold on?"

Kim Ho-young's face was puzzled when he said he was sleeping. Although Jong-seok is young, he is a guest called by his father.

He is not the one who should sleep with such a guest.

"Sooksoo Kim, ···, 아니 아니, 아니 아니 어르신, seems to be having trouble sleeping these days."

Both Kim Ho-young and Kim Bong-nam changed their expressions because they were Kim Sook-soo.

"How do you know that?”

"I gave you a massage after eating, and your shoulders were stiff and your stomach and intestines felt tense. I think you've been under a lot of stress lately."

"I've heard from my father that you're good at massaging, but do you know that?”

"I can't help but feel it. I've given you a massage to relieve tension and tight shoulders, but I'm afraid you'll feel worse if you can't solve the stress."

Kim Ho-young nodded at Jong-seok's remarks.

"Stressra,·····"

"You don't eat well these days, do you?"”

"Yes."

"You've got a lot of stress, and your stomach has gotten a lot worse.”

Kim Ho-young pressed Jong-seok's words with his hands. The appearance made Jong-seok wonder at his face.

Now, Kim Ho-young's behavior was also a reflex that came from strong stress.

"How's your business going these days?

The biggest concern of the house of business is whether it is doing well or not, so I asked about it.

"Business goes well. Thank you, by the way. I was worried because my father hasn't been sleeping well lately.”

Then Jong-seok hurriedly asked Kim Ho-young, who was trying to get up.

"Can you tell me what you're worried about?"

Kim Ho-young, who was looking at Jong-seok, put his butt back on the chair.

"A few days ago, the world-renowned gourmet Michael Chang came to our restaurant."

"Michael Chang?"

"I'm a Chinese-American, who likes to travel around the world and eat delicious food.”

"You must have a lot of money?"

If you're going around the world to eat delicious food, the price of a plane would be very high.

"He's also the head of a company called Air World that makes airplanes."

"That'sir.

"I've been here a few times because I'm familiar with my father, but this time I came, ·····."."."."."

***

Michael Chang is a gourmet and travels around the world to eat delicious food, so he has been to several famous transport ships in Korea.

But not long ago, Michael, who had something to do in Korea, stopped by the transport boat.

I had a big acquaintance, so I cooked for him myself.

Michael left without eating a few pieces of food.

But the problem was after that.

I went to a transport ship that represents Korea.

The passage of time is inevitable, ·······.

It's a taste that's not the same as it used to cry.

I had no choice but to spill.

This was posted on Michael's SNS. As a world-class gourmet, millions of people watch his social media.

For the position of the transportation system, it was inevitable that it would suffer a blow to its image. In particular, Kim's cooking was criticized, so the blow was even greater.

***

Listening to the circumstances that Kim Ho-young told me, Jong-seok said after thinking for a while.

"Did you feel bad that day?”

"If you think there was a problem with food, it is not. I came back with so much food left that I and the chefs all tried the dishes. The ingredients were also excellent enough for my father to go to the country of origin and it was the best dish with sincerity."

"And yet you're saying Michael posted something like that?"

Looking at Kim Ho-young nodding his head, Jong-seok said.

"Maybe that day's service..."

Kim Ho-young looked at Jong-seok.

"You've had a few meals on our shipping line, but the employees' service spirit is excellent."

"That's true."

There are always people next to you who help you eat when you eat on the transport boat.

Fill the side dishes before they are short and take what you don't eat to check the taste of the food and serve them again.

If he had done this great service to himself, he would have done nothing more for a big customer like Michael Chang.

"Then why would he do that?”

"You must be frustrated because you don't know why."

'And I too, ···.'.'.'.'

Mumbling inwardly, Kim Ho-young opened his mouth.

"And the problem is the image of our shipping line chain in foreign countries."

Although many people have seen Michael Chang's SNS, the image of the transport system has deteriorated, Korea has nothing to worry about.

Dongsanjeong was a regular customer rather than a regular customer, and regular customers believed in their tastes rather than social networking sites.

They were not the type of people who would stop reading such a line.

Moreover, even a world-class gourmet is an evaluation of Korean food by non-Koreans.

Rather, the number of customers has increased. Should I say that I've developed patriotism for Korean food?

But the problem was the shipping line chain in foreign countries.

The transport boat was opening chains in the United States, France, Germany, Japan and China for the globalization of Korean food.

It was also successful in localization, contributing to the globalization of Korean food.

However, since they are foreigners who are not familiar with Korean food, there is much publicity due to word of mouth and SNS.

However, Michael's SNS is spreading bad rumors about the shipping line chain.

Jong-seok nodded at Kim Ho-young's explanation.

'It must be a problem because no guests are coming to hear the rumors.’

Jong-seok muttered inside looked at Kim Ho-young.

"음식과 서비스도 문제가 아니었다면······ 혹시 남의 사주를 받은 것도······."

Jong-seok, who was talking, shook his head small.

What's so sad about having an airplane company that you're under orders to do something like that? Besides, it wouldn't be a penny or two to buy a gift for such a person."

I've seen stories on the Internet that some people deliberately write malicious comments when thinking about various things to make the business of tteokbokki restaurants go well.

But Michael was too big a shot for that.

Kim Ho-young shook his head when Jong-seok said, "Long time no matter what."

"I don't think so. Why would a rich man like Michael get an offer and tell bad stories to the restaurant? That's why Michael is recognized as a famous gourmet. You judge the taste based on your taste, not on someone else's opinion."

"Well, did anything bad happen to you with Master Kim?”

"My father and Michael have met a few times, but we don't think we're close enough to build a grudge."

"There was no problem with food or service, not with a grudge or a death penalty."’

Jong-seok, who was thinking for a while, nodded.

"Then there's only one reason."

"Do you know why?”

Jong-seok said, looking at Kim Ho-young's face full of wonder and curiosity.

"The problem is not the transport, it's Michael."

"Michael?"

"The problem is simple. Wouldn't it be Michael's problem if there were no grudges or other people's owners on the shipping line, and there were no problems with food and service?”

"What problem do you mean?"

"Please show us your SNS again."

Kim Ho-young put out his cell phone to Jong-seok's horse.

When I turned on my cell phone, Michael's SNS and contents came out. It was written in English, but there was no inconvenience in reading it.

I went to a transport ship that represents Korea.

The passage of time is inevitable, ·······.

It's not as good as it used to be.

I had no choice but to shed tears.

Jong-seok, who was looking at the contents for a while, said.

"If you look here, there's no saying that the passage of time is a transit ship. It just says it's not what it used to be."

Then Jong-seok looked at Kim Ho-young and said,

"I don't know how close Michael is to the shipping line, but I don't think he's going to cry because the taste of the boat has changed, so maybe the reason Michael's crying is because his taste isn't the same as before.”

"So you mean Michael's taste has changed?"

"If you're not feeling well, your taste buds can become dull."

I thought of President Ko Seo-bang. He lost his appetite because of his poor liver.

"Have you ever contacted Michael since that day?"

"No."

"I see."

Jong-seok nodded at Kim Ho-young.

Is it about self-respect?’

It is a transport ship that protects the pride of Korean food. Michael's behavior of belittling the food of the transport boat seemed to have hurt his pride and did not ask for it again.

Besides, even more if there was no problem with the food.

Jong-seok, who was looking at Michael's SNS, opened his mouth.

"So what are you going to do?"

"There's no particular answer."

"However, you have to know that there is no problem with your food if you want to get rid of your anger, ·····, and maybe you were disappointed if you or other chefs had no problem with your food. You'll have to be forgotten as time goes by, but you'll continue to get emotional."

Kim Ho-young nodded at Jong-seok's remarks. That's right.

They have said many times that there is no problem with food, but Kim's disappointment was great.

"The best thing is for Michael to explain to SNS and the elderly that he doesn't feel like he's in a bad shape, ······.""

It was a matter that would simply be solved by doing so.

If you don't have an appetite because you're not feeling well, you'll understand Kim Sook-soo, and SNS people will know.

But,·····.

'It won't be easy.’

Now the writers' experiences all seemed to speak.

Perhaps if you write on a piece of paper, these will come out.

And so was Kim Ho-young.

"Even if Michael is really sick, I don't think he's going to reveal his health."

"I'm sure so. If Air World is such a big company, the CEO's health will lead to stock prices.”

"You know very well."

"It's not a difficult idea."

The representative of the company is the face of the company. Uniquely in Korea, stock prices may rise because uncertainty has been eliminated when the owner goes to prison,·······.

Foreign countries are different. Mango, a large U.S. mobile phone company, saw its stock price drop sharply with rumors of a health problem.

"The CEO of the company can't just get sick even if he's sick."’

With that thought, Jong-seok was seriously lost in thought. I had to think about Michael, the cause of Kim's anger, because it hurts my body if I don't solve it.

'What should I do?'

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