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‘It is amazing, my hangover's gone,’ Naga said, as he pulled out of the parking lot of Yeongyang Center in Corea Town.
‘I told you so. Haejangguk has some amazing powers. Thanks for getting me here, I was finally able to taste kimchi.’
‘Maya, I have a confession make. I was afraid of the kimchi smell, that is why I delayed getting you to Corea Town.’
‘What's wrong with the smell? It seems OK to me.’
‘Frankly, it stinks like sweaty feet,’ he replied, honking at the car ahead that was refusing to let him overtake.
‘Naga, that is insulting, you know it is our traditional food. Moreover, please don't generalize. There are more than 180 varieties of kimchi. What we had today in the restaurant was fermented for more than a year, that is why the smell was strong.’
‘180 varieties? I didn't know they had so many types of kimchi.’
‘Kimchi varieties are determined by the main vegetable ingredients and the mix of seasonings used to flavor it. Anyway, since you mentioned it, I must warn you that I will keep my kimchi in your refrigerator, so don't complain.’
Oh shit!
‘No problem, I will get used to it.’
‘Naga can you hurry up, I do not want to be late for the meeting with Professor Ganapathy.’
‘There are CCTVs everywhere monitoring the speed of vehicles. We will reach on time, don't worry, the expressway will be empty this time of the day.’