Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Traces of time were evident in the old, imposing sign of the village tavern. To some, the place was a testament to the history that had passed through here, while for others, it was a space to rediscover memories of their lives. However, one thing was certain under the starlit sky, where the sea breeze blew, the taverns sign, stained with the touch of the owner, shone brightly.

Auntie, two servings of mung bean pancakes, please!

The makeshift drum barrel table was set with worn chopsticks and an array of savory side dishes. Rice wine swirled in a dented kettle, and the laughter of the people showed no sign of stopping. It was a gathering of the drama Man of August filming crew.

With the dramas hectic shooting schedule, a place to let loose like this was necessary. Teamwork among the staff (crew) in the broadcasting field, colloquially called broadcasting labor, was more important than anything else. And what about the actors, the stars of the set? Sharing drinks was the best way to bond. In a way, it wasnt much different from the world of manual labor. After the first day of shooting, a dinner party like this became a tradition, with almost everyone attending.

Director Yoo, today I had an experience money cant buy. That scrappy kid turned the fish market upside down, stepping on the overturned tables and delivering a speech. Wow! We all saw it. Ive never seen anyone speak so well. Even the seasoned merchants were silenced. If he were born in the past, hed have been a general!

The nose of the camera director, Kim Deukhyeong, was already red. The other directors were in the same condition. The main topic of conversation at the drinking party was none other than the child actor, Jang Yeongguk. The staff who were supposed to control the situation were overwhelmed, and even Yoo Myeonghan could not properly respond to the strong protests from the market vendors. The young boy resolved the crisis as if walking on thin ice. His voice was as deep as if he had swallowed a train and as desperate as a seasoned actors plea.

PD Yoo, the more I see him, the more I like that kid. Yeongguk is going to make it big!

Yoo Myeonghan nodded as he put down his glass. If they had brought a child actor from Seoul known to be good at acting, they would have been exhausted from the first shoot because of their pale skin and awkward dialect. As the camera director said, Yeongguks acting had a charm that drew people in. Could such talent truly be innate? However, not everyone was happy about the situation.

PD, did we really have to eat here?

Actor Park, whats the problem all of a sudden?

As you know, its our first dinner together, and all we have is this old tavern.

Seems like Actor Park is bored sitting with all these older folks. But if you look, everyones seated according to their own pecking order. Thats to ensure we can all eat and drink without worrying about others. If we went to an expensive barbecue restaurant, the younger ones would have to grill meat after an exhausting shoot and couldnt drink as much as theyd like! The tavern has cheap side dishes; we can laugh and chat without anyone complaining. When we go to Seoul, PD Yoo will treat us to an expensive meal, so please bear with it for today.

No, thats not what I meant.

At Kim Deukhyeongs words, Park Suyeong finally closed her mouth. The taverns owner approached the table with two mung bean pancakes. Kim Deukhyeong awkwardly licked his dry lips and smiled.

Auntie, can I ask you something? Whats the deal with the wooden plaque on the wall that says Mother in calligraphy? Ive been curious and wanted to ask since earlier, and you came right on time.

That? Many sailors come here, and many men work in the wind by the sea. I put it up because they tend to fight and cause trouble when they get drunk. Even the rowdy ones become well-behaved when they see the word Mother.'

Wow, I didnt know there was such a deep meaning behind it! Anyway, it would have been nice if Yeongguk had come too, but PD Yoo told him not to come. He could have just come and sipped some soda. He gets along well with the extras since hes so sociable.

I couldnt stop him when he said he was going to help his mother.

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Park Suyeong, who was just scolded, interjected. She also had a flushed face from drinking several glasses of makgeolli in a row.

PD Yoo, doesnt that kid naturally have such a personality? I mean, someone who hasnt even learned acting can pull off a rebellious role so well. I wonder if he usually talks back to his parents?

Then it happened.

Thud!

Dont worry, Mom. Just go home and get some rest. I earned it by doing well.

The son snatched the handcart from his mothers hand as if to steal it. Only a bag containing a piece of pork belly her son had given her was in her hand. Wanting to help but already far away, her son looked back and shouted.

Lets go! Ill be waiting, Mom!

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Sizzle, sizzle.

In a cramped space, barely enough for two people to lie down, a shabby room with yellowish wallpaper covered in mold and a small window containing a full moon, laughter filled the room. Jang Yeongguk handed his mother a lettuce wrap filled with thick pork belly, and she regained her maidenly smile as if responding to him.

Im so grateful to the PD. How did they even think of giving us this? Whats their name?

Yoo Myeonghan.

The PDs character is as great as their name. How did they know that my Kooks favorite food is pork belly and gave us so much? Kook, be sure to tell the PD we enjoyed it so much when you go to the filming site.

Pork belly might be a common food for some. However, it wasnt for the mother. To afford it, she had to pour out her entire days wages, earned from working tirelessly at the fish stall. It was a food she wanted to feed her growing son but couldnt give him as much as she desired. Though her face was brighter than ever, her sons affection felt bittersweet.

What a horrible person he was.

Of course, in his past life, he only cared about earning his own food and didnt think about his mothers meals. He wouldnt live like that anymore. However, he couldnt do much for his mother with his small stature, which deeply saddened him.

Mom, isnt it hard to work?

Whats hard about it? Are you worried about me?

Of course. You werent originally in the business, and I know how hard it is to sell fish.

When Im eating together with my son like this, all my fatigue melts away like cotton candy. Everyone in the market is envious of how well youre doing. And as Ive been doing the business for a while now, Im getting the hang of it. Dont worry.

Despite her words, her hands were full of scars. Her once-white and tender fingers were now covered in calluses and blisters from handling fish and carrying fish crates.

It would be tough, and she might want to give up, but she didnt show any signs of difficulty. She knew it was all because of the word mother. As she tried to hide her rising emotions, she flipped the meat on the rusted frying pan.

The business, what cant I do? Ill save money for my Kook to go to college and then wait for you to marry. I dont know who will take the place next to my kind son, but until then, I have to look after him. Hes my one and only son, after all.

When bedridden and losing strength in the past, she only worried about her son. Even then, she hid her savings in an old wardrobe, fearing that she might be a burden. She couldnt forget her wrinkled hand gently caressing her unworthy sons face.

Kook, are you crying?

He made an excuse while looking at the smoke escaping through the small window.

No, its just that the smoke is spicier than usual today.