Chapter 88 – Mesgaki and the Diary (Slightly Exhausted?)
“Turn it off!!! I am a strong and strong Archie!”
Maybe it was because I slept until dawn yesterday, but my body felt a bit heavy and I felt like I was going crazy with my eyes closed.
“Aww! Meow!”
“Huh?”
I heard Nero’s cry and looked down. There, Nero was looking up at me with a bowl of rice in his mouth.
Rumble.
Growl
The two sounds just now are from my boat and from Nero’s boat. I looked at my phone to see what time it was.
The current time is 11:37. It was much later than the time I usually wake up. No, looking at it now, it wasn’t even breakfast, it was almost lunch.
Unlike usual, I felt like I knew why Nero was getting angry after biting into a bowl of rice.
“I’m sorry Nero… This dad overslept.”
“Meow meow, meow, meow.”
As soon as I sprinkled the food, I ran to it in a hurry and hit my head and started eating. This image reminds me of myself running like a dog and a pig when I sprinkle feed during a bonsai game.
I stroked Nero’s back once he was feeding, then got up and prepared breakfast.
Maybe it was because I had been collecting money a lot since the other day, so I had a lot of money and went to the market. So the condition in my refrigerator…
[Eggs with a crunchy taste]
[Crunchy and refreshing kimchi]
[Normal-looking vegetables]
[Various sauces and ingredients]
All of this filled my fridge and put a smile on my face. You don’t have to worry about food anymore.
After crossing the barley hill, or bean sprouts hill, I saw that there were at least edible things in the refrigerator, and I smiled.
Clap clap clap!
I couldn’t help but burst into tears and applaud at this beautiful sight.
I quietly took an egg from the refrigerator and heated the frying pan. I prepared in advance by covering the cooking oil so that the eggs would not stick, and mixed the milk and eggs lightly.
My mother had said that using milk and whipped cream would make eggs softer. When one heated egg went up, it started to cook right away with a sizzling sound, and was stirred slowly to prevent it from forming.
If you keep making it like that, it will be created before you know it.
[Milk and egg scramble] [Gourmet level: ★★☆]
The combination of eggs and milk is good, so it has a much milder taste than the original.
I took out scrambled eggs and kimchi from the refrigerator and set the table for breakfast.
Yellow eggs, white milk, red kimchi and black seaweed.
Of all the home-cooked meals I came to this world, I thought this might be the best. I wanted to make soybean paste stew or soybean paste soup, but I confidently gave up because it would take some time to make.
“Let’s take a picture or something.”
Take a picture!
I took a picture of the breakfast table with a low-end smartphone. This delightful and wonderful meal should be shared with others.
I went into the open market on my cell phone and wrapped up an article.
[Meky: Photo of today’s breakfast.]
(Today’s breakfast.)
If your husband does this every morning, is it possible to wash the dishes?
“Umm… I think Hetbahn is the best for rice.”
Whoa, whoa… Whoa, whoa.
The fantastic combination of seaweed and kimchi eggs made breakfast very enjoyable.
Ding-dong!
Ding-dong!
Ding-dong!
‘Hmm? Did you leave a comment already?’
If someone leaves a comment on my post, a notification pops up on me, but I thought the notification now was also a notification.
I put rice in my mouth and looked at my phone for a while.
[Comment]
Livestock Yellowy: I want to kidnap him and use him as a butler.
Pongpong: Ha… Pongpong sister! Why does only sister take a guy like this!
Justa: I want to eat too…
Saying only the facts: Aang~ (Mouth slightly open.)
“Everyone is going to wash the dishes.”
I remembered it while washing the dishes.
Originally, the word washing dishes is used for men in the world, but in this world, it seems to be used for women.
What exactly was the dishwashing theory? Men who paid attention to alpha-female women when they were young later seduced beta-female women when they were old enough to marry them.
He created the dishwashing theory by comparing men to food and utensils.
And it was not only the dishwashing theory, but also the theory of broken dishes, and it was that he gave too much sperm to women when he was young, so that after he got married, he had erectile dysfunction.
I don’t know how men are in this world, but I’m sure it’s not because I used too much when I was young…
Men in this world or other worlds are the same, there is no crazy bastard who builds a juji after seeing a woman who looks like a toad.
“The crappy dishwashing bitches…”
He quietly whispered and ate his rice.
Since we had a night party yesterday, should we just rest at home today? To be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever had a complete break in this world.
Yes, finish cleaning and washing dishes quickly today, and play with Nero!
***
“It’s hard…”
“Aww.”
Vacuuming and mopping, washing the dishes and the things I ate this morning and Nero’s rice bowl. I am very tired of finishing all this quickly.
It’s just that I’m so tired of doing it slowly.
As I was resting on the futon, Nero walked up to me and leaned his head on my shoulder.
“Ohh… Oh~.”
As a butler, the fact that a cat walked by itself and hugged me was so happy that I thought I would die. Nero, this guy probably would have found another owner even if I wasn’t myself.
If we don’t take this guy, the world will probably end?
I’ll do it after about 10 minutes of lying on the floor with Nero. Fell. Nero was sleeping soundly as if he had fallen asleep quietly.
“Should I look at my cell phone?”
Wandering around Me Tube on my cell phone, I saw a review channel that compresses movies and informs them of the ending.
Since I don’t go to the movies often, I thought it wouldn’t be bad to enjoy watching the contents.
“Mother? The name is familiar.”
To summarize the contents of the movie, it was a story of a boy who lives with his mother in a bad divorced family. The mother is usually nice and benevolent, but when she drinks, she gets confused, and she commits disgusting acts of assaulting children as well as sexually assaulting her children.
Then, the story of a woman who is a counselor rescuing a child was the main story.
“A woman like that really has a child…”
[Jae, Jaejoon… You’re um!
Won’t you throw away#$%?]
[You bastard! Porridge!@! Whoa…]
[Sorry, sorry… I’m sorry.]
“Oooh…”
Strange memories suddenly came to my mind and seemed to turn my insides upside down. Disgust and revulsion came up suddenly, and I could feel the things I had eaten for breakfast coming back up in my stomach.
I got goosebumps from the disgusting sensation and at the moment dropped her cell phone next to me.
Coughing and crying as much as I could to keep Nero from waking up, I hugged him slowly. It’s strange. What is this memory?
My mother never hit me or cursed at me. No, is this memory really my memory in the first place?
She took a deep breath and quietly laid Nero’s head on the pillow.
Haha… Books?”
As I wandered around the house to calm down for a bit, I came across a book. It is presumed to be a book written by the original owner of this body, but it was sealed because of some unpleasant sensation.
If I wear this, will all my doubts be solved?
I quietly walked towards the book and listened. The font was crooked and the spacing was strange, but it was readable.
“January 20, 201X…”
As I slowly flipped back from the last part I read, it seemed to explain why I was disgusted.
***
It’s strange. It’s so strange these days.
It’s so weird since her mom divorced her dad.
It’s okay to drink every day, but unlike when my dad was around, I started to become violent. It was so scary to break things that were just in the house or to scream.
Every time I did that, I turned on the door or left the house quietly and spent time in a public bathroom.
What day it was On the day I returned to school as usual, my mother was home earlier than usual. It was also a day when I was so drunk that my nose turned red.
“Jae… Jaehyun.”
“Mom?”
As soon as I got home, my mom saw me and she suddenly hugged me and called me by my dad’s name. My back and arms hurt because I held it with much stronger force than I used to hold it.
It was scary to see my mother calling my father’s name, not me, like a doll rather than a person.
No, is it really the same person as me?
“School uniform… Yes, we met when we were students…”
“Mom, it’s me, Jaejun!”
“Ah… I’m sorry.”
After that, her mother suddenly sat back down on the sofa and brought a bottle of soju and poured it into her mouth.
You mistook me for your father…
***
After reading the diary, I put it away again and sat quietly in a chair to maintain my composure. I want to read this, but I was afraid that something unpleasant would be written.
“Fuck…”
Cursed the world while quietly swearing. In the end, you and I both have to blame the fucking world.
