“Amanda Ajumma!” Halaboji called out as he entered my room. We have two Korean custodians at my school. They share the same family name but are fairly different ages, so I call one Mr. Ajosshi and the other Mr. Halaboji.
“네! 안녕하세요!” Yes, hello!
“I bring you gift,” he said, hanging me a box of Korean strawberry/chocolate/cracker treats. “My wife usually cooks, but you made such good kimchi she worries. She thinks you are good cook, so she tells me to buy you food!”
I laughed, “I’m glad you liked the kimchi, sir.”
“Look! I bring you the jar back! It’s empty! We already ate all of the kimchi. You make very good kimchi, ajumma!”