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#콘수프기록집 #오홈스토랑 Kimchi Gukbap.... When I was in elementary school, in the fall, the whole family would wake up early in the morning, eat kimchi soup made by my mother, and carry the rice sheaves cut in the snow in Chaekgol, over the dam, to the threshing floor. Because I wasn't yet big enough to carry a carrier, I tied the sheaves with two strands of rope, and put both arms under my legs to carry them. If I missed my mother and sisters' quick pace, I was afraid of the darkness, so I ran without rest, even though my shoulders ached. After carrying them back and forth twice, I set off for the 8-kilometer walk to school. I woke up early in the morning, wishful for that kimchi soup, wish I'd share it with someone else. My wife, because she was alone, made me kimchi soup with bean sprouts and told me not to starve, and to eat it. I tried eating rice mixed with that kimchi stew, but all I could think of was the kimchi stew my mother used to make for me.