Looking over his host once more, he couldn't argue with his theory that he would've starved in the streets first, not that he would've argued anything either way. Had that not happened to plenty of people back then, there probably wouldn't have been a revolution at all. If Kyu-Sik thought about it in that sense, he probably wouldn't have been in the higher class either. His family had always been scrapping by in the middle class and the middle class hardly existed back then from what he had learned in high school.
But it was all hypothetical. Donovan's final response struck him as an appropriately passive decision to make, but it was logical. He nodded and finally closed the book when the chicken came out of the oven. If it tasted anything like it smelled, then he knew for sure that Donovan was as good at cooking as he said he was. It was a welcomed surprise after being food poisoned at a picnic and after discovering that the other man lacked several other skills.
"Fair enough," Kyu-Sik replied, setting the library book down on the table and picking up his cup again. He stood from his seat and took a few steps over to the table to take a closer peek at the food that was prepared. "So, you do a lot of cooking?" He was changing the topic, but everything looked delicious enough to make him curious.