The peaceful atmosphere of the shrine was a stark contrast to the turmoil they had left behind. As the afternoon sun began to warm the wooden decks, Rinwoo approached Master Hwang, who was meticulously arranging healing herbs.
"Harabeoji," Rinwoo began, his voice soft but steady. "I will make dinner tonight."
Master Hwang looked up immediately, his wise eyes filled with deep concern. "Absolutely not," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "You need to rest. Your body and spirit have been through a terrible ordeal. Cooking is the last thing you should be doing."
