Wok — Of Love [upd]

A rival—one he’d considered a mentor—framed him for embezzlement. His fiancée left him at the altar via text message. His bank accounts froze. In the span of a montage set to a mournful guitar riff, Poong went from the 60th floor to the curb outside a failing restaurant in the dodgiest alley of Seoul.

So the next time you’re in a late-night kitchen, standing over a wok with a broken heart and a bag of wilting scallions, remember Seo Poong. Remember the shoomph . wok of love

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And burn things Poong does. At first, literally. He sets off the fire alarm three times in his first hour. He slices his thumb open trying to julienne scallions. He looks at a bowl of gochujang (Korean red chili paste) as if it’s a foreign language he failed in high school. A rival—one he’d considered a mentor—framed him for