A palanquin could be seen making its way through the rain. Jangsu had been out since dawn with his grandmother to receive the precious guest from Hanyang. Without a straw coat or hat, he wiped the rainwater streaming into his eyes with a soaked arm and waited for the palanquin to draw near.

Grandma, you're really not gonna tell me? I ought to know who it is, don't I?

Jangsu prods her. Sangju-daek simply snaps at him, asking why he's grumbling now. Jangsu clicks his tongue indifferently. Seeing how tightly his grandmother is keeping her mouth shut, the guest must be from a significant noble house. He vaguely remembers hearing when his father was alive that his grandmother, who had gone all the way to where the King lives, was a wet nurse for a Young Master in a great house. He figured someone from that family must be in the palanquin.

Sangju-daek taps Jangsu's forearm as the palanquin is set on the ground. Jangsu glaces at a leg wrapped in silk emerging from the carriage and picks up the heavy luggage. He sees the back of a man wearing a traditional hat. He notices an oil-paper umbrella. His grandmother quickly takes it and holds it over the man's head, careful not to let a single drop splash on him.

Sniff, sniff...

"Oh dear, you must have had a hard time coming all this way. I've got the floor nice and warm, so let's head inside quickly." As Sangju-daek serves the man with extreme care, Jangsu sneakily puts his nose to the luggage bundle. It really does seem to smell of that Hanyang sweetness...

......

That's when their eyes meet. It had to be right when he was surreptitiously flaring his nostrils. The man, walking toward the house with his grandmother, turns halfway back toward Jangsu. Jangsu awkwardly looks away, feigning ignorance. "Oh, that's my grandson. Don't mind him," Sangju-daek says, noticing the man looking at Jangsu. The man continues walking through the rainy Yongmak-gol in silence.

Good grief... They said Hanyang folks are all delicate and smell nice, and they weren't lying...

Jangsu mutters to himself as he follows behind. He's thinking about the face he just saw. The scent that had been thick since the man stepped out of the palanquin seemed to blend with the rain. The man's appearance was entirely different from the guys who spent all day farming in this backwater. And his skin looked so soft. Even in the gloomy rain, he looked like a well-crafted white rice cake.

How can a lad look so pretty...

Jangsu takes off his own top, wrings it out, and drapes it over the bundle to keep it from getting soaked. He stares at the man's back all the way home. Then, setting the luggage down in front of him in the small room, he speaks.

The outhouse is over there. And... ahem... if you need anything, just say so. I'll be in that room.