"Wait, were you seriously thinking of selling Korean soup and stir-fried pork bone stew rice?"
"Hm?"
"I mean, realistically, those dishes don’t make sense for a food truck."

Sujin, who was practically glued to my side, looked at me skeptically.

"Of course not. I just threw it out there."

I shrugged, thinking back to that moment.

‘The decision happened pretty fast—though there was a slight pause before they agreed.’

The way they responded wasn’t immediate.
If I had to put it into writing, there would have been an ellipsis before the reply.

‘They must realize how impractical Korean soup and stir-fried pork bone stew rice are.’