I set the jeyookbokeum on the table and opened up the fridge. “Do you want 우유?” I asked Good Man. Why I said milk in Korean, I don’t know. Before he could answer, I answered myself. “That’s right, you don’t drink milk with rice.” I started filling his glass with some water.
“You,” Good Man said, pointing at me, “are not respecting the rice when you drink milk with it.”
My fiancé is strange.