Her frown deepened, and her nose scrunched up, creating little creases along the bridge. Wooyun always found it funny whenever she did this. He had to resist the urge to bop her nose. "The Demon Lord is in low spirits? Doesn't he look the same as usual, young master?"
"No. He's definitely bothered by something. It's my job as his disciple to make him happy again."
Is it? "If that is what you wish, young master. Is there anything you have in mind?"
"Hmm. Yes. I may have an idea, and this dish shouldn't take too long. We will need some pork belly. And some flour too!"
Soomin didn't have to be told twice. She went to fetch the meat usually stored in clay pots for preservation, and she brought along some flour and anything else Wooyun might need for the recipe.
This was something his mother used to make whenever she craved savoury buns, and having watched her make it hundreds of times, he had it memorized and down to a science.
