Jin smells another, not his favorite salmon but the smell of grilled tuna. "Tuna fish?" She asked coolly. Stand a little way from Aunt Lim's while covering her nose. "Throw away" Aunt Lim turned, lifting her high spatula right at Jin. "It's been two days since she was in pavilion. If she gets to death, you're the one I'm frying next." "She will not die, almost impossible. Quickly dispose of the fish." "This is for Arang. The girl has to eat." "I