Yeom-lyeok
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Today's legendary dish is fried chicken!
Oh, my goodness. I'm already salivating.
Then, who's the owner of this restaurant
that serves this mouthwatering dish?
Boss, where are you?
I'm the owner of this restaurant.
My gosh!
Wait, this young lady here
isn't a part-timer?
She's actually the owner of this place?
Our secret is my deep-frying method.
The temperature of the oil
has to be 170C.
Chicken tastes the best when it's
deep-fried for exactly 11 minutes.
-And now, we just wait.
-Well, Ms. Shin.
Shouldn't you be out on a date
rather than frying chicken here?
When I was about ten years old,
Since then, my mom...
She's had a tough time.
You know those accessories like hairpins.
I'd buy them wholesale
at Dongdaemun Market...
and sell them at subway stations.
I make the best fried chicken.
This young owner
is working hard toward her dreams.
Ru-mi Shin's future is surely bright!
Fried chicken with Cheongyang
chili peppers is amazing!
-It's amazing!
-It's amazing!
CHAMPION YOUNG ENTREPRENEUR
Hey, Ru-mi.
Mr. Kim.
-My place must be the first one.
-What?
-They're here.
-Oh, okay. I'll be right there.
-You jerks!
-Just push through!
-How dare you barge in here?
-Get over here.
Do you even have the permit? You a**holes!
-Get out of our way!
-You bastards!
Get her out!
Behave yourself, will you?
-Let go! You bastards.
-Just drag her out.
My gosh...
Get lost already!
Hey, let go!
-Get her out of here.
-Let go!
-Ru-mi!
-Just drag her out.
-I can't leave. I won't go anywhere!
-Jeez.
-Ru-mi!
-Stay out of this!
-You jerks!
-Drag her out!
Let's get this done quickly.
-Hurry! Hurry the hell up.
-Let go!
Let go of me. I won't leave! Let go!
-Mom!
-Don't move.
-Mom!
-God, you b*tch.
MAEM MAEM CHICKEN
Come help me here.
-Mom! You bastards...
-You little...
-Gosh, keep still.
-Mom!
-Drag her out.
-Don't you lay a finger on her!
F***, we're screwed.
Is she dead?
Is she breathing? Call Boss. Right now.
Gosh, f***.
That woman isn't moving at all.
-Let us through!
-Jeez, what's this now?
-Ms. Kwon.
-My gosh.
-Ms. Kwon!
-Ru-mi!
-No...
-Ru-mi...
-You son of a b*tch! Who did this?
-Sh*t.
Call the police!
-You bastards.
-Hey, call 911.
OPERATION IN PROGRESS
What's wrong with this spring water?
I think this water is polluted.
Let me get some.
Well, this is...
It tastes weird.
This water has gone bad.
Jeez, how come no one believes me?
Hello.
WHILE YOU WAI Gosh, seriously.
Have some coffee if you're done.
-Coffee?
-Yes.
Coffee sounds good.
Let's see.
Seok-heon, why did you buy
so many instant coffee packets?
I didn't buy these.
Why would I buy these when there's
always a pile of them at the bank?
But, they are for their customers.
I'm just a cleaning lady here,
so I never feel like I can drink
that free coffee.
God, don't be like that.
No one's going to say anything.
I even take toilet paper from here.
Ta-da!
You sure got some balls.
-You should put it back.
-No, I won't. It's mine!
Goodness.
You're not having coffee?
Gosh.
My tummy is upset. It must be
from the spring water I had this morning.
You need to be careful
even with spring water these days.
I heard that tap water is better
because of pollution.
Don't you worry. A shot of soju
on my way home will totally cure this.
Jeez, don't drink too much.
You aren't young anymore.
You must take care of your health.
You don't even have anyone
to look after you.
Rub my tummy, please.
Oh, sir.
Let's see. Let's see now.
Hey, don't work too hard.
SECURITY OFFICE:
Don't be late tomorrow.
You were 30 minutes late
on the other day too.
Okay, I heard you.
Jeez, he's such a nagger.
are for our customers.
Who told you that you can take them?
You're the one who's been stealing them,
aren't you?
No, this was my first time.
Look, do you think we put them there
for you to grab them like that?
Do you have no common sense?
when I'm craving sweets...
I'm asking why you thought that way!
Ma'am?
Can you at least look at me?
I'm talking to you now.
I'm sorry.
Ma'am, we'll have to take this
out of your paycheck.
God, that dumb woman. If you take
that many at once,
Gosh, how stupid.
She's so tactless.
God, my stomach...
It hurts...
No.
No!
Jeez.
Sir? Hey, you!
Can't you drink responsibly?
Look at this mess!
-Sorry.
-Go home already.
Get up and go home!
God...
Oh, boy.
Hello?
Hello?
Dad.
It's me, Ru-mi.
Mom passed away.
Gosh, Ru-mi...
I'm so sorry for your loss.
You poor thing...
Ru-mi. Stay strong, okay?
We're sorry we can't stay.
It's okay. You should get going now.
My gosh...
Honey, come on. Let's go.
Oh, God...
That poor thing.
Calm down.
I'll be okay.
-Take care.
-You should go back in.
-Bye.
-Let's go.
-Bye.
-Bye.
Gosh...
Sorry for calling you out of the blue.
Was she sick?
This is so sudden.
your number on Mom's phone.
I mean...
You are my dad, you know.
Have some food.
-Ru-mi.
-You scoundrels!
How dare you set foot in here!
-Jeez.
-Have some shame!
-Be quiet, please.
-Let go!
-We're here to pay our condolences.
-Why are you being like this?
-Ma'am, please. Be quiet now.
-Let go. I said, let go.
-That son of a b*tch...
-Why are you being like this?
-What the hell.
-Please, enough.
-What the f***?
-That little...
Ru-mi.
Hey, did you get a perm?
-I even got a hair treatment.
-Jeez, what a moron.
What? Moron?
Mr. Min.
I thought I'd be seeing you in court.
Why would we see each other in court?
Ru-mi, you're making my life so difficult.
-Why would you be...
-Hey.
Your mother passed away while driving.
Why are you putting the blame on us?
because you're completely delusional.
-What? Delusional? Hey, let go.
-Hey, break it up.
-What is happening?
-Let go!
I told you to let go of me!
-Goodness!
-How dare you call me delusional!
-Enough already.
-What's this?
Gosh, Mr. Min.
This country is governed by law.
Why don't we go by the law?
-You guys are acting like thugs.
-What? Thugs?
Hey, stop it.
Enough already.
Can't you try to be helpful?
I'm sorry, sir.
-Give her the condolence money.
-Okay.
Just leave. I don't need that money.
I'm sorry. This breaks my heart too.
-I said I don't need it.
-Sh*t.
I don't need your money,
you son of a b*tch.
I said, leave!
I'm sorry.
You guys should go back in.
Sorry again. We're sorry, okay?
-That little...
-Our deepest condolences.
Those pricks...
You'd better put it back up.
-Ru-mi, are you all right?
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