Traces of time were evident in the old, imposing sign of the village tavern. To some, the place was a testament to the history that had passed through here, while for others, it was a space to rediscover memories of their lives. However, one thing was certain â under the starlit sky, where the sea breeze blew, the tavernâs sign, stained with the touch of the owner, shone brightly.
âAuntie, two servings of mung bean pancakes, please!â
The makeshift drum barrel table was set with worn chopsticks and an array of savory side dishes. Rice wine swirled in a dented kettle, and the laughter of the people showed no sign of stopping. It was a gathering of the drama Man of August filming crew.
With the dramaâs hectic shooting schedule, a place to let loose like this was necessary. Teamwork among the staff (crew) in the broadcasting field, colloquially called âbroadcasting labor,â was more important than anything else. And what about the actors, the stars of the set? Sharing drinks was the best way to bond. In a way, it wasnât much different from the world of manual labor. After the first day of shooting, a dinner party like this became a tradition, with almost everyone attending.
âDirector Yoo, today I had an experience money canât buy. That scrappy kid turned the fish market upside down, stepping on the overturned tables and delivering a speech. Wow! We all saw it. Iâve never seen anyone speak so well. Even the seasoned merchants were silenced. If he were born in the past, heâd have been a general!â
The nose of the camera director, Kim Deukhyeong, was already red. The other directors were in the same condition. The main topic of conversation at the drinking party was none other than the child actor, Jang Yeongguk. The staff who were supposed to control the situation were overwhelmed, and even Yoo Myeonghan could not properly respond to the strong protests from the market vendors. The young boy resolved the crisis as if walking on thin ice. His voice was as deep as if he had swallowed a train and as desperate as a seasoned actorâs plea.
âPD Yoo, the more I see him, the more I like that kid. Yeongguk is going to make it big!â
Yoo Myeonghan nodded as he put down his glass. If they had brought a child actor from Seoul known to be good at acting, they would have been exhausted from the first shoot because of their pale skin and awkward dialect. As the camera director said, Yeonggukâs acting had a charm that drew people in. Could such talent truly be innate? However, not everyone was happy about the situation.
âPD, did we really have to eat here?â
âActor Park, whatâs the problem all of a sudden?â
âAs you know, itâs our first dinner together, and all we have is this old tavern.â
âSeems like Actor Park is bored sitting with all these older folks. But if you look, everyoneâs seated according to their own pecking order. Thatâs to ensure we can all eat and drink without worrying about others. If we went to an expensive barbecue restaurant, the younger ones would have to grill meat after an exhausting shoot and couldnât drink as much as theyâd like! The tavern has cheap side dishes; we can laugh and chat without anyone complaining. When we go to Seoul, PD Yoo will treat us to an expensive meal, so please bear with it for today.â
âNo, thatâs not what I meant.â
At Kim Deukhyeongâs words, Park Suyeong finally closed her mouth. The tavernâs owner approached the table with two mung bean pancakes. Kim Deukhyeong awkwardly licked his dry lips and smiled.
âAuntie, can I ask you something? Whatâs the deal with the wooden plaque on the wall that says âMotherâ in calligraphy? Iâve been curious and wanted to ask since earlier, and you came right on time.â
âThat? Many sailors come here, and many men work in the wind by the sea. I put it up because they tend to fight and cause trouble when they get drunk. Even the rowdy ones become well-behaved when they see the word âMother.'â
âWow, I didnât know there was such a deep meaning behind it! Anyway, it would have been nice if Yeongguk had come too, but PD Yoo told him not to come. He could have just come and sipped some soda. He gets along well with the extras since heâs so sociable.â
âI couldnât stop him when he said he was going to help his mother.â
âHis mom?â
Park Suyeong, who was just scolded, interjected. She also had a flushed face from drinking several glasses of makgeolli in a row.
âPD Yoo, doesnât that kid naturally have such a personality? I mean, someone who hasnât even learned acting can pull off a rebellious role so well. I wonder if he usually talks back to his parents?â
Then it happened.
Thud!
A crumpled makgeolli glass was slammed down loudly. Park Suyeong felt her drunkenness intensify at the following words.
âActress Park, please watch what you say.â
* * *
The night at Namhang Market was like cooled charcoal. Just as heated charcoal gradually loses its heat over time, the bustling night of the market, once filled with the excitement of tourists, was left only with the warmth of the merchants. While some were tidying up their storesâthe foundation of their livesâothers were pulling their carts.
Their faces held a mix of joy and sorrow. From the auctions at the direct sales market to haggling with tourists and soliciting customers, after an intense day had passed, their faces showed relief rather than exhaustion. They were grateful to have completed another dayâs business.
Yeongguk hurried to help his mother. As he quickly passed by the stores, the fruit store owner pretended to recognize him.
âYeongguk, is that you? I heard youâre filming a movie these days. Wow, weâre going to have a big actor coming from our Namhang!â
âSir, itâs not a movie. Itâs a drama. I just say a few lines in front of the camera. What kind of actor am I? Anyway, if I become an actor, will you give me some fruit for free?â
âOf course! Just give me an autograph, and Iâll give you a box of fresh pears! I bet that guy who runs the bookstore wonât even give you one book for free!â
âThank you, even if itâs just words. Iâll have to prepare a hundred autographs when I get home today!â
The merchants liked the boy. Who wouldnât like a child who was kind to his mother and friendly to those around him? Several people were moved by the sincere filial piety of the honest and diligent young man. Thatâs why the merchantsâ association had already suggested a scholarship for him several times.
âMom!â
His mother, who was not only inexperienced in sales but also in handling the aftermath, seemed awkward in organizing the stall. However, her tired face was filled with a bright smile just because she saw her son.
âWhy did you come here instead of going straight home after your exhausting shoot today?â
âI came because I missed you, Mom. I told you before, itâs easier to clean up the stall if you start from the back.â
âOh, stop nagging. I know, too.â
âWerenât you tired of making the sales without me today?â
âOf course not. Iâm good at sales, donât you know? The lady next door helped me a lot, so it was fine. Soon, even without you, Iâll be doing great.â
Despite her words, her face was full of sweat. The seawater on her pants and shirt told the story of a hard dayâs work.
âCome here. Let me hug you.â
âAlright.â
The mother looked both surprised and delighted as her son suddenly hugged her. After all, what could be more beautiful and precious than her clothes, the proof of her constant efforts to protect her familyâs livelihood?
âBy the way, the PD gave me some pork belly to take home today.â
âOh my, they gave us so much of this precious meat. Thereâs nothing I can do for the PD.â
âDonât worry, Mom. Just go home and get some rest. I earned it by doing well.â
The son snatched the handcart from his motherâs hand as if to steal it. Only a bag containing a piece of pork belly her son had given her was in her hand. Wanting to help but already far away, her son looked back and shouted.
âLetâs go! Iâll be waiting, Mom!â
***
Sizzle, sizzle.
In a cramped space, barely enough for two people to lie down, a shabby room with yellowish wallpaper covered in mold and a small window containing a full moon, laughter filled the room. Jang Yeongguk handed his mother a lettuce wrap filled with thick pork belly, and she regained her maidenly smile as if responding to him.
âIâm so grateful to the PD. How did they even think of giving us this? Whatâs their name?â
âYoo Myeonghan.â
âThe PDâs character is as great as their name. How did they know that my Kookâs favorite food is pork belly and gave us so much? Kook, be sure to tell the PD we enjoyed it so much when you go to the filming site.â
Pork belly might be a common food for some. However, it wasnât for the mother. To afford it, she had to pour out her entire dayâs wages, earned from working tirelessly at the fish stall. It was a food she wanted to feed her growing son but couldnât give him as much as she desired. Though her face was brighter than ever, her sonâs affection felt bittersweet.
What a horrible person he was.
Of course, in his past life, he only cared about earning his own food and didnât think about his motherâs meals. He wouldnât live like that anymore. However, he couldnât do much for his mother with his small stature, which deeply saddened him.
âMom, isnât it hard to work?â
âWhatâs hard about it? Are you worried about me?â
âOf course. You werenât originally in the business, and I know how hard it is to sell fish.â
âWhen Iâm eating together with my son like this, all my fatigue melts away like cotton candy. Everyone in the market is envious of how well youâre doing. And as Iâve been doing the business for a while now, Iâm getting the hang of it. Donât worry.â
Despite her words, her hands were full of scars. Her once-white and tender fingers were now covered in calluses and blisters from handling fish and carrying fish crates.
It would be tough, and she might want to give up, but she didnât show any signs of difficulty. She knew it was all because of the word âmother.â As she tried to hide her rising emotions, she flipped the meat on the rusted frying pan.
âThe business, what canât I do? Iâll save money for my Kook to go to college and then wait for you to marry. I donât know who will take the place next to my kind son, but until then, I have to look after him. Heâs my one and only son, after all.â
When bedridden and losing strength in the past, she only worried about her son. Even then, she hid her savings in an old wardrobe, fearing that she might be a burden. She couldnât forget her wrinkled hand gently caressing her unworthy sonâs face.
âKook, are you crying?â
He made an excuse while looking at the smoke escaping through the small window.
âNo, itâs just that the smoke is spicier than usual today.â