Childhood Friend of the Zenith

The tense and desolate atmosphere inside the carriage, fortunately, didn’t last long.

Father had only checked the interior to assess the condition of the carriage or perhaps Mother’s state.

Once he saw that everything was fine, he closed the door and left. It was just that, given the situation, I remained unusually cautious.

“...You can stop now.”

As I grew tired of eating and spoke up, Mother tilted her head.

“Are you full?”
“Yes.”

Honestly, I wasn’t that full. Martial artists burn so much energy that their food intake is hardly normal. A few rice balls weren’t nearly enough.

I was just saying it because I was getting annoyed.

“Alright. Then the rest is mine?”
“...Please, have it all.”

I sincerely hoped she would. I couldn't understand why Mother insisted on sitting right next to me and feeding me.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one confused by this. After Father and Mi Horan left, Soi, who was still inside with us, gave me a peculiar look and muttered,

“...That’s interesting.”
“What is?”
“I’ve never seen that lady offer her food to anyone before.”
“...”

Was her appetite really that strong? Now that I thought about it, I had noticed she ate quite a lot before.

How should I put it...

‘She was just like Wi Seol-ah.’

Like Wi Seol-ah when I first met her after returning to the past. Her appetite had been so intense that the way she devoured food still lingered in my mind.

Thinking about it...

‘She used to share her food with me too.’

She would often offer me whatever she was eating.

Why, though...?

‘Do I look that malnourished?’