Chapter 8 – I Really Only Came to Provide Nursing Care
Since I had to buy ingredients, a supermarket seemed better than a convenience store. There was a pharmacy on the way to the supermarket, so it was the icing on the cake.
I bought shiitake mushrooms, carrots, and onions by referring to the video I watched on the way to the supermarket. I thought oatmeal was a very difficult food, but after watching the videos, it turned out to be an easy dish that can be made quickly with only Haetban.
‘I have to eat too, so I have to buy two Haetban.’
As I was putting it like that, I suddenly realized that three haetbans were cheaper than two, and six were cheaper than three.
“… “I guess I don’t really cook and eat my own food anyway, right?”
I decided to buy six as a housewarming gift. As I was putting six bundles in my shopping cart, the sight of a lion’s hoo, shouting in a loud voice from the meat corner, reached my ears from afar.
“Now, beef is cheap today! Beef!” Even if you eat rice cake soup made with good meat, you won’t gain weight or get older!”
Should I spend a little more on housewarming gifts?
I might have an allergy or something, so I’ll call and ask before buying.
“Cough! … Hello?”
“Can’t you eat beef?”
“Suddenly what…” .”
“Beef oatmeal.”
“No, I’m actually allergic to expensive food, no cow! Cow allergy… !”
“That’s lame.”
I hung up. I immediately got a call again, but I ignored it.
It’s okay as long as you don’t like it or can’t eat it.
When I arrived home, writer Hyeji glared at me with a slightly sullen expression even though she was in pain.
“Why are you like this, cold! … “I bought something expensive.”
“Because I have to eat too. “I don’t like vegetable oatmeal.”
“Ah, wow…”
“I bought six Haetbandos, so I eat them when I need them.”
“Ah, why did you even buy this?!”
“Housewarming gift.”
She’s crying because she’s not happy that she spent so much money.
“Why this…”
“It is my heart.”
“I’m in trouble if you express your feelings like this.”
“No, I just did it my way. “I wasn’t expressing my interest.”
“Well, I, I don’t mean that either… ! Cough!”
The situation seemed terrible as communication errors began to occur. I have to hurry up and feed them.
“Sigh, sleep. “It will take a while because my hands are slow.”
“… Yes.”
“I’ll make it delicious, so don’t worry.”
Still, writer Hyeji, who was lying on the bed watching me, said she would let me know if I needed anything. Before I could finish chopping up her ingredients, she had already fallen asleep and was breathing in pain.
“Eat well and get well quickly.”
She muttered and put the minced beef in her pan, but the sound was so loud that she was startled.
It won’t help her much, but I tried turning down her fire, so she doesn’t wake up.
Chirr, Chirr…
It seems to have some effect.
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“Writer. Writer Hyeji.”
“Ugh…”
“The oatmeal is ready. “Get up and eat.”
“… “You worked so hard because of me.”
“If you know, eat everything even if it doesn’t taste good and get well quickly.”
“Hmph…”
I felt this today, and the sad face when someone says something slightly harsh is so cute that it makes me go crazy. You shouldn’t develop a strange bad taste.
As she struggled to get up from her bed, she let out a faint gasp at the sight of her steaming beef oatmeal on her small dining table.
“Wow… It’s really amazing.”
“I’m not responsible even if it doesn’t taste good.”
“It looks delicious just by looking at it, right? It smells perfect too.”
“I’ll see what your expression looks like after eating.”
Although I keep speaking bluntly, today was actually my first time making oatmeal for someone. I would like to express my sincere apologies to my parents for cooking oatmeal for Illere, who received her first real life meal yesterday, which I have never cooked for my parents who raised me all my life.
However, if you tell her that she is a good girl and even has big breasts, her parents will fully understand.
… Isn’t it?
“Let’s eat.”
“I will eat well!”
She slowly lifts the spoon, scoops out the oatmeal, blows it, and puts it in her mouth.
Muck, muck.
Even though there is nothing to chew, the oatmeal is chewed so thoroughly that you have to stop eating and look at it.
Eventually, she put down the spoon and smiled brightly.
“It’s so delicious!”
They responded with high praise.
“You’re good at lying.”
When I grumbled because I was embarrassed by the excessive praise, she seemed a little offended and praised me louder.
“It’s true! “I feel like I’m already gaining strength.”
“Look at this, look at this. Another lie.”
“Because it’s real. “Try it.”
After hearing that, she took a drink.
Hmm. Well, it’s not bad.
“I’m glad you got it right in her mouth.”
“Why are you so good at cooking? “I wish you could always cook at my house.”
“Isn’t that what men usually say to women?”
“Where is something like that in the world these days? People who are good at it do it.”
“The important thing is that I am not a good person either.”
“You’re much better than me, right?”
I don’t think this is a lie. Earlier, when writer Hyeji was sleeping, I looked in the refrigerator to see if there were any other ingredients I could add, but surprisingly, there was nothing to eat. When she saw her refrigerator filled with only soju and beer without any snacks, she silently promised herself that she would never drink with her.
The only food at home is ramen and kkangwomaek. It goes without saying that there is no rice, and there is not even the usual seasoned seaweed or canned tuna. It’s even more surprising that I don’t get sick in this situation.
What kind of life are you living, writer Hyeji Shin? It’s good to be a high-level authority figure, but live the present life.
“If you watch Mr. Baek Jong-won’s video and follow him, you will hit the mark even if you are an idiot. Just eat some on a regular basis.”
“Ho, is there someone who usually cooks for the author…?” . Are there any?”
What does this question mean? Are you really thinking that I’m cheating on the person I’m dating?
“No. Today is my first time cooking for someone. “It’s a dish I’ve never cooked for my mom and dad, so I’ll be forever grateful.”
What I meant was that since people like me can cook, you can cook well too.
“I see… I am the first. For the first time…”
The input value seems to have been entered a little strangely.
“I should have bought some kimchi.”
I should have looked at the refrigerator before leaving. I never thought there would be no kimchi at home. It really seemed like drinking and drawing were everything in my daily life.
It’s amazing that someone with such a crappy lifestyle can have such soft, white facial skin without any dullness. No matter how well the soldiers take care of themselves, their skin turns inside out after just one training session.
“Ha, it was a good meal. “I feel like I’m getting some energy.”
“But I still take fever reducers.”
“Right. Fever remedy. Thank you.”
“Here.”
When I handed her a pill of antipyretic along with water, writer Hyeji smiled and took the pill in her hand.
“Lol…”
Why is this so scary?
After taking the pill with water, author Hyeji happily leaned back on her bed and patted her stomach.
“I love it.”
I know that feeling well. Feeling drowsy right after eating.
“You might want to take a nap, but hold on. “It’s not good for your stomach if you lie down right after taking the pill.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
The sight of her smiling brightly was so cute that I had a desire to pinch her cheeks right away, but she held back.
If you look just from the neck up, she looks pure innocence. She’s so beautiful even without any makeup and with pale, painful lips. How many men would get nosebleeds if she really put it on?
The problem was that the body underneath that innocent face was too mature, so I kept having bad feelings about it.
Suddenly, my thoughts fell on the condom I had kept in my coat pocket.
‘… ‘No.’
I’m sorry to Mr. Shin Dong-yeop, but I definitely didn’t buy it to use it. I lived to protect myself at the last moment.
Let’s go home now.
It seems like I have recovered to some extent.
Before you do something stupid.
“Sleep well. “I’m probably starting to feel sleepy since I took the fever reducer.”
After saying that, I was about to get up.
“Thank you so much, author Simikun.”
“It’s Lee Se-gwang.”
“Ah, writer Se-gwang… “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“You came a long way, and I’d like to give you something in return…”
It was a very common development in pornographic or doujinshi, so I quickly took an evasive maneuver.
“It was reciprocated. It’s not like I was hoping for something, but if you think about it, it’s probably because of me that hurts…”
“Go, chest… “Do you want to touch me?”
“Yes?”
Evasive maneuver failed.
