Ok-bun

Jongno gossip is my territory, from the soup house to the streetcar stop. Today's is too dear. I'm not giving it away.

• San-wolSo how much, then?
  Ok-bunOne song from you, sister. At dawn, in the kitchen.
• Bang Gi-taekMiss Okbun, take one photograph and the price of your gossip goes up too.
  Ok-bunWhy does your camera keep pointing at the till, mister?

The seat by the stove goes to whoever's hands are frozen worst, first come. Today three people came in with hands like that.

• Seok-hoWarmed my hands and went. Thank you.
  Ok-bunYou need the soup more than the stove, mister, don't pretend otherwise.
• Ma Seok-juEven the kitchen is warmhearted here. This place is always full of people.
  Ok-bunYou should sit in the hall, detective, or your coffee will go cold.