“Damn, that hit the spot.”
“There’s still a lot left. We could make it into jerky.”
“Sounds good.”
“Just get some rest. I’ll clean up.”
“Really? I owe you one, then.”
Ma Jin-seop, pot in hand, glanced over at Hyeol Seo-ryang. At some point, Hyeol Seo-ryang had risen and was now walking toward the edge of the yard.
He’s gotten bigger.
Hyeol Seo-ryang had always been tall, but in the wake of the Hwa-ma Ji-byeon, he had seemed almost
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