Recipe for Farewell (It Might Be A Little Spicy Today / Oneuleun Jom Maeuljido Molla / 오늘은 좀 매울지도 몰라)

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Is this enough? You need to have a proper meal.

You know I like bread. I like to eat like this.

I imprinted my registered seal,

so imprint yours...

and mail it with your certificate of seal impression.

Then, I'll take care of the rest.

You know my studio's address, right?

I do.

Then, this is the last time we see each other, right?

Well, we'll have to see each other for various reasons.

I'll go see Jae Ho too.

Okay.

Make sure to call me in advance. I'll be away for you.

You don't have to do that.

We just couldn't share our day-to-day lives together.

It's not like we hated each other.

After some time,

I'm sure we'll be able to become friends.

I didn't know that.

If we'd known it sooner, we should've stayed as friends.

Maybe we should have.

You'll now be able to focus on your work.

And after some time passes,

I'll change somehow.

Like how?

Into a nasty and cranky person?

I'll be doing lectures,

writing, and taking naps.

Like that.

Just do not skip meals.

You shouldn't eat poorly like now because you're alone.

But I can't cook.

All right.

I'll take care of myself, so don't worry.

Okay.

Now it's not something I should be worried about, anyway.

- I'm leaving. - Okay.

You'll be injected with a pain reliever.

Hang in there, Ms. Jung.

Sir, please hold this side.

- Hold her tight so that she doesn't move. - Okay.

We administered her sedative as well,

so she'll be able to take some rest.

Please keep an eye on her and let me know if she feels pain again.

You can let go of her arm now.

Sorry?

You can let her go now.

I'm late.

I heard the alarm, but I failed to wake up.

I finally managed to open my eyes,

and I don't have much time.

I have to make lunch for my son,

who stayed up all night in the hospital.

Of course, the 20-year-old boy...

wouldn't satisfy with the food served at the hospital.

No matter what I make,

I start cooking by chopping pork.

But when I need to defrost pork,

I sometimes start by chopping potatoes or onions.

I plan to make fried rice today.

It's the best dish for picky eaters.

It becomes delicately flavorful if you add fruits.

One good thing about cooking at home...

is that you can go heavy on ingredients.

Now that I've tried it many times,

I can easily tell how big one serving is.

I never forget to add bird's eye chili.

Because it raises appetite at once.

My son tells me not to cook,

but he always enjoys the food I make.

So it's worth cooking for him all the time.

(Fried rice lunch box covered with an omelet blanket)

What are you doing?

You said you were late. I'm late too.

Then, you can go first.

I'll do it when I come home. Just leave.

How can I leave with these here like this?

It's okay. You'll create even more mess!

If your work is too busy, we can just eat simply at home.

What's all this? It's so gross.

Don't do it if you're going to say it's gross.

Everyone has his own way.

Don't ruin the day because of nothing before it even starts.

Whatever. Then, you take care of it.

You're here.

Hi, Dad.

Why aren't you eating?

She didn't get a wink of sleep, so she has no appetite at all.

What's that?

It's Jae Ho's lunch.

You didn't have to bring it...

I said I was really okay.

You both are going through a lot because of me.

Where's yours?

I already had some at home.

Mom, I'll come back tomorrow.

Okay.

Oh, Jae Ho.

You don't need to hurry. And call me if anything comes up.

Okay.

How are you, Ms. Jung?

Not so different.

I wish the pain had stopped.

I know.

Actually, I talked to the doctor, and he prescribed morphine.

So I'm going to connect it to your IV line.

This is a button to inject morphine.

You can press it when the pain is unbearable.

Then, can she press it whenever she feels pain?

Right.

But the drug doesn't go in every time she presses the button.

Once she presses it, it's not going to work for the next ten minutes.

So you don't need to worry about overdose.

I see.

Let's see how it works.

Thank you.

If it feels too stuffy to stay inside,

so how about we go out to get some fresh air?

It's okay. I want to lie down.

Okay.

It's strange.

What is?

There are especially many of Gogh's paintings in this hospital.

You're right.

If they knew how Gogh's life had been,

they wouldn't find the paintings that comfortable, though.

I heard...

Gogh's paintings make people feel comfortable.

Do you remember the painting in the hallway?

"Bedroom in Arles."

It's the painting Gogh painted...

when he invited Gauguin to his house...

after he moved to the countryside.

And there is a total of three versions...

Why do you stop in the middle of talking?

I don't really remember.

I guess my memory is failing too.

I guess so.

You don't even know why I asked you that.

What?

Nothing.

Actually, I remember.

The two friends, Gogh and Gauguin, who'd missed each other so much,

had a big fight...

due to their conflicting notions about art before long.

And Gogh, under extreme anxiety,

cut his own ear.

The last version of "Bedroom in Arles"...

was painted in the mental hospital ten months before he died.

What's that?

You brought lunch out of the blue?

I just did.

You have no choice if your mom makes it and tells you to take it.

Jae Ho, you're such a mama's boy, aren't you?

Shut it, you geek.

I'll rather have my mom's lunch than this school food.

Hey.

I thought we were having our mom's homemade lunch...

only on the SAT day in our lives.

I felt so sick after having the cold rice that day...

that I messed up the afternoon subjects.

You'd never know how much I blamed my mom at home.

What a great son you are.

My mom didn't make it.

Then, are you living alone?

Just dig in.

Can I stop eating?

Sure.

I'll cook something for you when I come here next time.

Is there anything you'd like to eat?

- Anything you want to drink? - No.

Okay.

- Anything to drink? - Yes.

I think I can drink juice, though.

Juice? What juice?

Are mangoes expensive these days?

You can't eat much, anyway.

Why would you even worry about such a thing?

And...

I have something to ask you.

Okay. What is it?

Is Ms. Jung's condition serious?

She's getting treatment and trying to overcome it.

She'll get better.

She said she was waiting for your answer.

She's really something.

That's not what's important now.

For her, the publishing house is the most important, you know.

No, it's not.

She cares so much about you and Jae Ho.

Does she?

Anyway, have you thought about it?

Even if the doctor lets her go home,

she won't be the same as before.

She's overworked herself too much so far.

I hope you don't get too stressed out, either.

And don't be too complacent with your youth.

I'm not that young, though.