It was embarrassingly catastrophic. A-day hampered delivery of food parcel made mandu and noodles barely edible. Now it’s time to recreate them. My son and his girlfriend joined to do the tiresome work. Jiae separated the stuck noodles, Doyeob reshaped dismantled mandu. Et voilà! They got the form of some food.
We agreed to have them for skillet food. Typically should be Pyeongyang mandu, but we named it ‘Mandu ball skillet soup with noodles’.
I liked it, Jiae loved it, Doyoeob tightly focused on the food, saying not a single word.
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