“More for me!” Umma says cheerfully. She takes one metal chopstick between her fingers and stabs it into the fish’s head. Next to me, Ji-hyun makes a noise that’s somewhere between a gasp and a heave. I don’t even have to look at her to know that her mouth is hanging wide open. Mine is frozen in the same way, our expressions mirrored.
Haha my face did that too.
