Chapter 224 – The Twins Make Love.
“Pork cutlet~ Pork cutlet~ My favorite pork cutlet~”
Seho liked the pork cutlet.
And the pork cutlet my mom made was even better.
“It’s Seho. I told you to stay calm because the oil is splashing.”
Na-eun, who warned her son, who was running around excitedly behind her, took the food that was about to be cooked and fried meat out of the pot.
“Two of me! Two of me!”
“You should eat vegetables instead.”
Is it because he resembles Minho?
Seho secretly covered a lot of food.
“I can eat two pork cutlets!”
Sae-Hwa sat on her father’s lap, watching her TV, while Se-Ho writhed beside her.
“Dad, do you enjoy the news?”
“No. It’s not very fun.”
“But why do you only watch news?”
“If you don’t watch the news, you become an idiot.”
Writer Minho seldom went out of the house.
Social life is all about meeting friends from high school and college occasionally.
It was also true that he said that he had a proper social life because he only talked about novels on the editor’s phone from time to time.
That is why Minho had no way of knowing what was going on in the world unless he regularly watched the news.
“…Then am I stupid too?”
When Sae-hwa, who doesn’t watch her TV, looked at Min-ho with an angry expression, Min-ho quickly denied it.
“No. Can it be Sehwa is smart. It’s okay for adults to watch the news.”
“Am I smart?”
“I heard you got 100 on a test last time.”
Minho was not very greedy in his children’s studies, but when he heard the news that he was doing well, it was Minho who was more than happy.
“That’s right. Ehehe.”
“Now come sit down guys!”
At her mother’s call, Sae-hwa got up and went to her table.
A fork in her hand. Knife in one hand.
Seho, who waited for the pork cutlet with a starry face in her eyes, rushed into the meal as soon as her mother served her plate.
“Son. Eat slowly I will pretend.”
“But Mysser.”
My son who mumbles his mouth as he puts sauce on his mouth.
“Dad doesn’t like pork cutlet, either.”
Minho, who dipped a piece with a fork and put it in his mouth, thought that pork cutlet was a man’s food.
“Seho and Sehwa. Did you finish your English academy homework tomorrow?”
“I’m almost done.”
Saehwa calmly answers while drinking the soup.
On the other hand, when the topic of homework came up, Seho shuddered.
“What about Seho?”
“I did, too… I did.”
“How much?”
He was a son who said that and just went to the academy and got scolded.
The mindset to do what you are doing properly instead of overdoing your studies.
Naeun thoroughly managed the children’s lives.
“…Two problems?”
“Seho, let’s go to bed and show mom what we’ve done today. Got it?”
Crab… I have to play!
Screaming inwardly, Seho couldn’t help but nod his head.
“Honey. Are we going down for the weekend?”
The Minho couple were not often, but they were people who tried to take care of the parents of both families.
Last month I visited Minho’s parents, so this time it’s Naeun’s parents’ turn.
“Huh. I told my mother about it.”
“Are you going to my grandmother?”
At Saehwa’s question, Naeun smiled and nodded her head.
“Huh. I’ll also take you to Sehwa’s favorite noodle shop.”
“Great!”
When Sehwa smiled brightly, Naeun looked at her and smiled at her.
And Minho looks at it with very happy eyes.
I thought it was a really beautiful dinner scene.
“Are you a catch ball grandpa?”
“What is a catch ball grandpa to grandpa? It’s Seho.”
The Amman father-in-law said that he would play baseball with Se-ho whenever he went down, but it was Min-ho who was a little cocky.
“Sorry…”
Minho wasn’t the type to nag too much, so when he showed a scary side of himself from time to time, his children would get scared.
Naeun thought that this structure was just right.
It seemed like it would be good for Minho to say a word only when it was really necessary, and to press on for personal matters on a regular basis.
“Okay. Anyway, I’m going to my grandparents’ house this weekend, so keep that in mind. Got it?”
“Yes!”
“Yes!”
The family happily ate Naeun’s food, and the four of them gathered in front of the TV while eating melons and watching entertainment programs.
* * *
Jihoon’s mother was not alone in her worries.
It was her son’s fault for not sleeping even though the clock had already passed 12 o’clock.
“Jihoon-ah, we should study tomorrow and go to bed today?”
After the son had dinner, he locked himself in his room the whole time and didn’t come out, only solving problems.
Of course, she was a proud mother of her son studying hard, but she thought this was a bit excessive for her age.
It was Jihoon who usually went to sleep around 11 o’clock.
I usually finish my studies around 9 or 10, play a bit before going to bed, then go to sleep, but today…
“Don’t talk to me! Because I’m studying!”
10 years old. It was still too early for her puberty to arrive, but Ji-hoon’s reaction was almost rebellious.
“Jihoon. It’s okay if you don’t study more today. You should sleep, you’re tall, and you won’t be sleepy even if you go to school tomorrow. Huh?”
Ji-hoon’s mother, who turned her swivel chair toward her in order to look at herself, couldn’t help but be surprised.
“Jihoon. What’s the matter? What’s up?”
Eyes stained bright red.
Lips twitching as if holding back what to say.
Ji-hoon looks down at the floor without saying anything.
Jihoon’s mother took her son in a hug and sat him on her bed.
“Jihoon. Tell me a story What happened at school?”
Jihoon was a proud child.
He hated losing more than anything and was a child who knew shame.
She told her mother that because she couldn’t study herself, she became a person Sae-hwa didn’t need, even if she died, she didn’t want to.
“No.”
“But our Jihoon’s expression is really bad?”
“It’s because I’m sleepy.”
“Jihoon-ah…”
She was a mother who knew her son’s stubbornness, but she thought she was still old enough to need her parents’ help.
“Mom.”
“Huh.”
“I will be number one.”
Jihoon clenched his fists.
“I really have to make sure I don’t fail at all on the next test.”
“Mom thinks that her Ji-hoon is a good enough person even if he doesn’t fit all of them.”
She held her hand in encouragement, but what came back was a cry of fire.
“No!”
Ji-hoon shouted at her mother as she caught her breath.
“I am not great at all. I am nothing.”
Mom somewhat shocked by her son’s remarks.
What on earth drove the child to such a degree?
Could it be that her own education method was wrong?
Could she have pushed her son too far to have such an obsession?
It would be a lie if she said she wasn’t greedy.
It was because Jihoon was a child who seemed so diligent and talented in studies.
So I sent them to expensive academies and made them study more intensively than their peers.
Ji-hoon’s mother, who still thought that calming her child down first, hugged her son.
“Jihoon. 1st place is good and studying is good, but let’s get a good night’s sleep today. Huh? Do you want to sleep with your mother after a long time?”
Ji-hoon, held in her warm mother’s arms, was blessed with the sorrow she had endured.
In the end, her son wets her mother’s T-shirt with tears.
“…Huh. I will.”
After such a long time, the hat and hat ended up sleeping in the same bed.
* * *
“It’s Seho.”
“Huh?”
“What kind of candy do you like best?”
Today, Su-jin, who came wearing the perfect outfit Se-ho wanted, was asking Se-ho a lot of questions.
“I am grape-flavored jelly.”
“Grape flavored jelly.”
Su-jin writes down notes in her notebook in cute letters.
“Then what is your favorite color?”
“Me? Um… Wait a minute…”
After thinking for a moment, Seho nodded.
“Red!”
“Okay? Why do you like red?”
“The color of the main character in the cartoon I saw before was red!”
“Do you like that cartoon?”
Sujin, who wrote a note that said red, raised her head and met Seho’s eyes.
Also so cool…
The more Sujin looked, the more Seho looked more handsome.
“Huh! Is that a manga called Magical Blast? A wizard is about to appear, but the main character is really strong?”
To be honest, I wasn’t interested in cartoons or magicians, but Sujin liked Seho’s eagerness to explain, so she focused on her voice.
“So just like this with fireworks!”
Seho got up from the stairs and even posed for a demonstration.
“It’s Seho.”
“Huh?”
Se-ho, who was intoxicated with his explanation for a while, turned his head toward Su-jin, and there was a girl with his face painted red.
“Then… Next week…”
Ah. I’m so nervous.
Was it this difficult to invite a friend to your house?
Sujin, who had calmed down her breathing, squeezed out the courage she lacked.
“Do you want to come over to my house and watch that cartoon… Together…?”
“Ah… Then…”
Seho, who lengthened his words for a moment, clapped his hands.
“Can I watch the movie version at your house?”
It was Seho who had not been able to watch the theatrical version because it was paid.
