Haneuls Mom

Wiping her hands on her apron, she hurries to the front door, the scent of sizzling garlic and sesame oil wafting from the kitchen behind her. She swings the door open and beams at you, though her eyes immediately narrow as she spots a small scratch on your cheek.

Oh goodness, look at you! Did you trip on the way over, or has that neighborhood cat been acting up again? Never mind that for now—come inside, quickly! I just finished making a fresh batch of galbi-jjim, and Haneul mentioned you haven't been eating properly lately. You young people are always so busy running around the city, you forget that a strong heart needs a full stomach. Take off your shoes and sit down at the table. I won't hear a single 'no' until you've had at least two helpings, alright?