Chapter 1015 – [Side Story] How Master Chuck Cheok Lives (8)
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Counseling and advice are concise.
Here’s a tip to avoid being rude.
—Hey, Wolfheddin… Count? My group is quite free-spirited and has a lot of free time, but I also have a job and a life. It’s a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of
“Okay. Excuse me, how much is your salary? … Hmm. You pay twice that amount in spot gold bullion. The down payment is separate.”
─I’ll get ready in 2 hours and get back to you!
If power doesn’t work, fist. If not with fists, with money.
Jung coming and going. Green cash. There are no laws of capitalism. How in this damn world, problems that have solutions are almost always solved with money? Also, money is the best.
And our all-round fixer really answered the phone in 2 hours.
─This is Christophe. All of the issues you were concerned about have been resolved. Oh, and the remaining down payment…
“It’s change. Please accept it from the wives who went there with Bosu. Just one more question, would it be difficult for us to work closely with your boss or group?”
—… It’s hard to recommend. There are many factions, so there are many radical ones. Not all of them are evil, but their values are quite different from those of ordinary people.
“If so. Are you willing to meet with the President of Asherard?”
—If I disappear, the wizards of this world will be suspicious. I’ll see you later and let you know that I’m healthy. Even if it’s a completely different world from where you used to live, isn’t it quite worth living if you just adapt?
“Heh. I agree. I’ll call you again.”
─Beep!
After hanging up the phone, I was lost in thought.
I don’t know, but these wizards seem to be people who live like occult believers in the Illuminati conspiracy theory.
‘It’s okay to look at it as a mixture of good and bad people based on the personalities and activities of black magicians.’
They do not appear directly in society and act behind the scenes.
Even when you are active, you must be behind the giant corporation. It’s not an 18th century conspiracy theory, it’s a screenplay for a feature film series.
If so, this kind of relationship is perfect. Aren’t we trying to do something grandiose? Mafia and warlords are a reality in this world, but if you don’t get involved, there’s no need to deal with them.
“… Nord? Does this suit suit you?”
Nefertiti moved her body. It was a T-shirt and skirt that I had bought after careful consideration near my house.
The completion of fashion is the face. It’s very bittersweet, but it’s a sweet truth for me, who has many beautiful wives.
“Awesome. It’s sporty, so it’s perfect for Nefertiti. I hope the first impression is good.”
“… ♡”
Nefertiti was secretly happy to show me her new clothes, but Veronica didn’t say anything.
Well, I did just that.
“… Why are all the children’s clothes in this world only colorful ones with illustrations in them?”
Veronica was now a child of about 9 years old.
I scratched my cheek in embarrassment.
“What can I say about the clothing store people? All kids like it.”
“It was fortunate that I had clothes to put up with, but Franc would have a hard time finding clothes like this.”
Kids only wear what they like, right? There are bound to be a lot of clothes that are a bit old-fashioned and full of innocence.
The local clothing store didn’t have anything suitable, so I even went to the department store. It was a bit of a miscalculation that I ended up dressing like the children of celebrities on TV.
“There were a lot of nice clothes, but the staff said, ‘Do you wear them after you grow up? Promise with unnie!” Made me tear up. If it wasn’t for me and my body shape… !”
“Well, it’s irrational to say that you are sisters with Nefertiti in your original form.”
Brother of my wife, Nefertiti.
It is such a concept. I’m sure she won’t be mean to me and Nefertiti enough to leave Veronica alone.
But Veronica’s true form is a mature virgin.
No matter how young she looks, it’s awkward to see Veronica, who is past high school, chasing after her sister and her parents’ house on her holiday!
Let’s say she is a foreigner. There is no foreign country on earth that she knows well. She must be flying in the middle of a conversation.
“So what? I should become a little boy who would be less weird if I came after her sister on her holiday.”
“… Know! You know! But don’t you feel sorry for my situation?! I have been humiliated all day since this morning!”
“Uh huh. What is the way you talk to your brother-in-law, Veronica?”
“… I hate North Ho oppa! Huh!”
Veronica, smaller than her francs, stamped her feet and vented her resentment.
But now, flab from being lazy can be dismissed as breast fat, right? Just fine what
The day after completing the accelerated education to the wives who bought her clothes like that.
“Mother! We are here!”
A comfortable home with 〈Space Movement〉. Her mother, who made her homecoming very comfortably, waved her hand when she came to her parents’ farmhouse.
“Ong, are the grandchildren here? Why did you walk all this far without a car… ?”
Her grandmother, who was sitting in her yard, smiled broadly as she spotted Minimum Veronica and her eyes went dotted.
“… Great-granddaughter!!”
Where in the world is the 18-20-month-old great-grandson?
Just in case, this Chuseok seemed to be ten times more chaotic than I expected.
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About 2-3 hours later, a miscalculation occurred.
“Do you speak Korean well? So, where is Nefertiti from?”
“Sister, how old are you? Do you Instagram?”
“How did you meet Bukho hyung?”
“Didn’t he say that he met them in a foreign country while he was missing?”
“Twist… How did such a nice young lady get her nose pierced by the guy who put our family’s tricks down.”
“Uh, uh, uhhhhh… “
It was because during the wedding, Nefertiti acted as a tanker by collecting even the aggro that was supposed to come before me, as if trying to solve the unsolved resentment.
You are the adventurer of the master class. It’s a dealer, but it’s possible to dodge.
In fact, I was nervous about what to do if I made a mistake. It’s not just a cultural difference. Nervous Nefertiti thinks the meat is an orc corpse and throws it in the trash.
“… In just two hours, I spoke 10 years worth.”
Nefertiti, exhausted by the harmless auntie, uncle and younger siblings, collapsed on my thighs.
She had to talk for over an hour because of her low talkative nature, so she had no choice but to do so.
“I, a completely married meat shield… I even worked for the other kids…”
“Hehe. It is the evil of monopoly. In the future, on days like this, will only you be dragged away? We will play filially with our mother and father while having fun with our master!”
“… Veronica is bad. It’s like Loki.”
“Uh? Go, what’s wrong with you all of a sudden? I do all the flattery… Would you like some honey water?”
“… Not even through protest. Still, I want to drink the honey water.”
Me petting Nefertiti, who escaped to comfort me, in the living room. The texture of the sword is crazy.
Squeak… Rattle!
Then the master bedroom opened and her mother appeared in her apron. Standing with a three-tier colander in her arms.
“Bake the jeon. And make songpyeon. Practice.”
“Yep.”
I got up quickly and put oil on the pan.
The smell of ripening loaves rises gently. Mouthwater flowed from Veronica’s lips as she followed.
Is it Pavlov’s bicorn? Because I’ve never eaten.
“You said you were fasting? Are you fat?”
“… That’s not Vegetables don’t make you fat.”
“Yeol~. The sound of herbivores going extinct.”
I was choking on it, so I picked up one and blew on it.
It’s not that our goddess who returned to her childhood was cute, so her heart was weak. It’s a pity if you come to a Korean holiday and can’t eat this trendy vegetarian fry, right?
“Just taste it. It’s eggplant battle.”
“Oh, I hate going. It tastes awful.”
On horseback. Veronica does all of her meals.
Eggplant is not a difficult ingredient to cook. Still, fried eggplants taste good if you don’t mess with them. If it’s something like seasoned eggplant, I won’t even touch it.
It is said that forcing traditional food in any country will only result in trauma.
Would meat with less likes and dislikes be more appropriate here? I sighed and took a bite of the ripe meat from my father’s basket. Hyoja-ryu Oui! Tutoring school fees!
“If you don’t like eggplant, how about this? It’s beef Oh~.”
“An yum yum.”
Look at what you eat right away. Veronica’s face brightened as she ate it wisely so that the chopsticks wouldn’t touch it.
“… Very tasty. Melt away!”
“You can’t go wrong with meat in a deep-fried batter.”
It was Veronica who was happy to eat even a piece of meat. Even if I see it every day, I see it as cute, but how is it in the eyes of others?
“Boy, kid. Was it Veronica? Try the bandit skewers too.”
“Wow! I will enjoy this food! Yum yum yum.”
It is the providence of nature that older aunts and grandmothers love little children.
Big and small, but equally cute, Veronica couldn’t be unpopular, and before she knew it, a front plate piled with junk appeared in front of her.
Just for a very brief moment.
“I really enjoyed the meal!”
There were calorie bombs, but no.
You can see the future even if you don’t use authority. Her grandmother, who was setting her bowl, smiled at her and waved at her.
“It’s Veronica. Do you want to come here and eat some medicine? Would you like some ice cream?”
“Wow! I want to eat! Aung yum yum.”
That’s a technique my grandmother used when her cousins were little kids.
The kids are frying all the adults, but if you snoop around, the oil splattered, so maybe they were enticing you with a snack. By age.
But if I had to put it into perspective, Veronica is older.
There is no such thing as a very chaotic multiverse.
“Sister-in-law. Look at the songpyeon that Sae-ah of Bukho’s family made.”
“Whoops. It’s a gonom rice cake theme, and it’s sleek and handsome. Seeing how well she makes songpyeon makes me look forward to seeing her daughter’s face.”
“?”
“Oh, sister, you don’t know. There is a superstition in Korea that making good songpyeon will give birth to a beautiful daughter.”
As I absorbed the smell of oil, I heard conversations from other places. Nefertiti must have been making songpyeon.
“Yon-seok, what a superstition! How were you born so beautiful?”
“Then the mother and grandson are ruined. Can you see the songpyeon I made for you?”
“Is it sirutteok?”
“Let’s see if I’ll meet a husband like basalt and give birth to a daughter like Sirutteok.”
“Oh, oppa, get out of your own way! Men, go and send me a transfer!”
“Neighborhood people! My sister is sexist!”
There is never a moment when the real snout stops, our relatives.
However, after gaining a living point on her relatives’ real brother and sister talk show, Nefertiti began to focus all her attention on her songpyeon. Her husband’s responsibilities become heavy.
“… …”
Before she knew it, Veronica also quietly sat down next to her and picked up her songpyeon.
They are so easy to understand. This is why Veronica can see through my heart.
While frying pancakes and peeling nogari, I suddenly realized a frightening fact.
“… But why do you only put soybeans in songpyeon filling? You are also awake.”
“But beans are delicious.”
“I like beans. A staple of desert cuisine. Narmer Kimchi.”
Are there any such terrible atrocities? Even when I said the flagship, the wives tilted their heads. Isn’t anything forgiven just because it’s cute?
Isn’t songpyeon a songpyeon that breaks the invincible right? Back when I was living on Earth, rice cake shops didn’t even sell soybean songpyeon. It’s called Korean Russian Roulette, which can only be seen on Chuseok.
“If you’re going to eat, what you owe so far is enough. The only people who will eat them are you and my grandmother.”
“Soybean songpyeon, not popular… ? Culture shock.”
Surprised, Nefertiti looked at the pile of songpyeon and picked up sesame seeds as if she thought that was enough.
“… …”
And Veronica hesitated a little, then she picked up the beans as she looked at me. No, I’m not good enough yet.
Our Goddess doesn’t know the horrors of holiday cooking yet. If you refuse to step on the scale later, you’ll have to force yourself to climb a mountain.
After all, the preparations for the ancestral rites, which were chaos itself, were over.
We bowed, chatted a bit more, and satiated our stomachs with holiday dishes.
Fortunately, the ancestor’s spirit did not appear. Here, ‘you, I can see… ?’, The introductory story of a new wave movie is an extreme emissary.
Our ancestors were also good-looking. I’d like to see you a little bit if it’s grandpa, but I’ll decline anything else.
Anyway, seeing that the grandson who had been missing for so long came and didn’t show up, the grandfather must have been reborn in paradise too.
It’s unfortunate, but fortunately.
I decided to think so.
