Even in the early evening, the charcoal-grilled meat restaurant was full of people.
It seemed that it wasn’t just because of the title of a good price business designated by the city of Gyeongju.
Is it because of the feeling?
It was tastier than the meat eaten in Seoul and melted softly.
Son Wan-gyu explained that it was not far from the Gyeongju branch, so it was a place where parties were often held, or not.
Son Wan-gyu picked up a bottle of soju while the savory smell emanated from the charcoal-grilled insole.
“Get a drink.”
“thank you.”
He poured soju into Kim Do-yoon’s glass, and he also poured soju into Hyun Jong-hwan’s glass, who sat down next to him and ate only meat.
“Yamma, talk and eat. I brought him here to say hello to Mr. Kim again. Is it like a person who starved fo
