One day during our summer camp class, a boy named Doo Young said he was hungry. He said I should bring some food for him the next day. But he couldn’t decide what sounds the best. He started thinking:
Chicken. Or pizza. Or chocolate. Or kimbap. Or kimchi. Or mandu. Or kimchi mandu. Or kimchi-jjigye. Or dwinjeon-jjigye. Or…
For literally TWENTY MINUTES he went on and on. The whole times I way having a serious Forrest Gump moment. (Shrimp pasta, and shrimp salad, and…) It was hilarious. He even continued through the following classes that day, and the next.
Blowfish.
The inspiration.
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