On a day leading up to the Chuseok holiday, Uijae was asked a question by his regular customers: "Will your restaurant be open for Chuseok?" Uijae had responded indifferently.

“Where do small business owners get holidays?”

The Hunters seemed excited. Time passed, and soon the Chuseok holiday arrived. Uijae stood in front of the supermarket display, deep in thought. After all, it was Chuseok, and wasn’t it only right to eat traditional holiday food? He thought about making food for Haeun and his grandmother for the holiday.

‘I could buy it at the market, but wouldn’t it be better if I made it myself?’

Kids love to mess around in the kitchen, don’t they? It was the age of toys infused with real slime, after all. He’d heard that children’s fine motor skills are important, so making *songpyeon* (rice cakes) by hand could be fun for them.

Uijae moved to the large Chuseok display, his expression serious. The display was filled with offerings for ancestral rites, various types of *jeon* (Korean pancakes), and ingredients for *songpyeon*. The first thing Uijae picked up was sesame seeds.

‘Haeun doesn’t like beans, so sesame filling would be better...’