Chapter 1017 – [Side Story] How Master Chuck Cheok Lives (10)
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“A traditional dish from your hometown? Of course I’m interested.”
As if the air travel wasn’t that fun, Dana, who had filled me up with a bracelet that returned to me as a bracelet, stretched as if she would finally live.
Of course, the other wives also came dressed in modern clothes, but it was Dana who caught the most attention.
I silently admired her in a sexy suit as I glanced at the scenery passing by outside the car window.
“Thubeol, what is this older sister, her suit suits her so well?”
“Because you’re pretty.”
“Det. An undeniably self-indulgent Lehu.”
Well, I’m tall and skinny, so there’s no clothes that don’t fit.
A bunny girl and even a maid outfit would suit her, but it’s disgusting. Very model, model.
“Anyway, it’s pretty surprising. Even though my sister isn’t that interested in food.”
“On our wedding day, I realized something after eating home-cooked meals in my hometown. There is no magic potion as effective for homesickness as the hometown cuisine and parents’ faces.”
Dana laughed as she poked my nose.
“I know because I haven’t been back home for over 10 years, but memories and tastes from childhood aren’t easily forgotten. You, don’t you remember the last time you ate your mother’s cooking and ate two bowls of rice each with great excitement?”
“Eh? Did I?”
I have memories of eating white rice, spam, and kimchi. But even so, how do you remember what kind of face you ate at that time?
“Look in the fucking mirror and live. How can you not know your own heart more than others, you idiot.”
“Yeah~ Even if it’s vague, I’ll soon be a candidate for the PhD degree~. Hey, Spring Cheoniksang is delicious. I’ll show you from afar when I get on the prize!”
“Yeah~ If the president stops discussing that, I’ll leave~. Your thesis title was also messed up because of the previous year, so your promotion was delayed~.”
“Deshaaaaa!! Stop abusing your husband!!”
“Huh?! You punk, you’re picking it up all of a sudden and you’re freaking out.! What a f*cking surprise!”
Dana, who was lightly picked up like a stray cat, lost her temper. However, as soon as my face came closer, I started to wonder what was so funny about it.
There was nothing to say, I inadvertently giggled as if I was drawn to her laughter.
“Be satisfied with just getting a degree. Don’t cry because you didn’t win the prize.”
“I found Atlantis, measured the location of Hittite, visited Azteca, and even submitted all of them as a thesis, but still can’t get on? Then, which scholar can win the prize?”
“A pretty, smart, well-learned, and affectionate wife?”
“Tirshi admits it.”
“You are not an archaeologist. It really kills me.”
Tirsi, who had been prickling her ears in the front seat of the van, blushed and lowered her head, and Dana, bloody with anger, pinched my hand. Look at how thin her fingers are. Going crazy.
“Damn it. That’s why they are lobbying and sponsoring the president a lot.”
Please, I should have a doctorate in this year’s promotion screening.
‘Because a precedent is something that must be observed no matter how much it sucks.’
There is a public interest, but also in terms of my evaluation.
Did you buy your degree with money? Are you an honorary doctor? Didn’t you decide to endure it for a little while to hear the same sarcasm? Since he is an unemployed count who has nothing to do anyway, now is the time to take care of benefactors.
As we clung to each other, Veronica, who was sitting in the seat between us in kid mode, her eyes widened.
“Dana. Now that I see it, you are not in a position to talk to others either. Even your pods have blossomed.”
“… What, what?! What are you talking about all of a sudden?! When and what did I do!”
“Look at this. Not even aware more serious than me Is it because my frizzy hair is all because I love the West in my head so much?”
Veronica had stored a line that had been teased in the past, and she unleashed it with a tai chi pistol. She was petty and petty, but it was a powerful blow. Dana’s face turned red.
“Sir, are you noisy? I’m not a flower garden like you, so that’s okay! You are the one who is pretending to be younger than me.
“Damn, shorty! Dana, how could you say such harsh things?!”
“Sister Fran. I’m not talking about your sister.”
Well, this rootless babble. This is the holiday and our family.
Rumble… Squeak! The sound of the car engine stopped.
“Hmm. River Knight, have you arrived?”
“Looking for a daughter-in-law who will beat me like my son-in-law.”
My father, who deliberately borrowed my uncle’s car to give my family a ride, knocked on the steering wheel with a sullen face.
“Get down, you fiery filial son. And from now on, you drive.”
“Hehe, hehe, sorry. That wardrobe license.”
“Your license is a decoration, and you don’t have a college diploma. He is a wonderful son.”
Gyaak! This fact hurts so much!
As soon as I was born, I went to the army and rolled in another world, but wouldn’t it be more miraculous if I still have the knowledge of how to drive a car or medical knowledge in my head, father?
“And if I’m in my 30s soon, wouldn’t it be like going to college at this age?”
“But. If you see the faces of your daughters-in-law, your juniors will probably drown you in the Han River.”
Campus life where wives from another world greet you… Well. If it’s a delusion, treatment is urgent, if it’s real, it’s a returning student from the other world who is prone to murder. It’s also not something I would do sanely.
“The infidels will go to work, so please go back first. I’ll catch a taxi when I go.”
“Thank you for taking me there, Father!”
“Hmm. That’s about it.”
Rattle. Vroom—! My father’s car made a fancy U-turn out of the parking lot. Is it a drop kick to your uncle if you lose your form in front of your daughters-in-law?
A Mo Auditorium of the Yongin City Government, located a short drive from my parents’ house.
Our family of 7 set foot in the event hall with a cool festival logo and banner.
The youth leader led us to the building’s kitchen and quickly disappeared, and we were intercepted by a young preparation committee member and given aprons.
“Helpers! All you have to do is put on an apron, simply fry the pancakes, make songpyeon, and wash the rice! The soup and side dishes will be prepared by the village women!”
Upon the appearance of a group of 6 foreign beauties, the people at the venue shouted, ‘Fuck you! We couldn’t even get rid of the herbs, but the tourists arrived!” We screamed, but soon they realized that they were reinforcements and welcomed us.
“I’ll tell you so you can walk around the event when it’s all over! Please take good care of me!”
“Yeep. Thank you.”
“I’ll come back later when the chefs arrive! Go for it!”
The preparatory committee leaves in a hurry, probably because it is very busy due to unexpected troubles.
“Whoops! It’s time to show off my cooking skills♡! I’m Lalilula, the daily chef who will captivate your tongue and heart!”
“Isn’t the purpose of this job to cook for me?”
“Today is not the only day! Ugh, I can’t live without Lalilura’s cooking! I will make you say it!”
“Teeeng. I can’t live without Lalilura’s cooking, Lehu.”
A doong horse called Rariru charged into the doong kitchen. Don’t say you want to hear it.
Before becoming an aristocrat, her family members took turns cooking, so I had eaten Rari Lura’s cooking ramen a few times. Like a junior with a lot of talent, the middle beat was at the level of hitting.
Dana scratched her cheek as if she thought so.
“I’m not going to say anything, but did you like cooking that much?”
“It’s half fun and half practical! It’s an amusement park in the country of my seniors, so I, the spearhead of the performance trend, can’t help but inspect enemy territory♡! In the name of Yu Hee-sin!”
A squeaking pink capybara holding a frying pan and spatula.
If it weren’t for magic, the color of her hair would attract a lot of attention. Even the ladies who came to work looked at Fran’s breasts and looked at me with envy.
Still, being motivated is fortunate. It wouldn’t be boring if it was a cultural experience event led by the city.
In addition to Neverland, there is also the Korean Folk Village, which is quite famous on the Internet, near my parents’ house.
“Franc. Will morning sickness be okay? Rest if you’re tired?”
Equipped with a real man’s pink rubber gloves, I asked while helping Fran, who was struggling because of the big rubber gloves.
I didn’t know if I would get morning sickness because it was the first stimulating food I had ever seen in a foreign country. The person himself said he wanted to do it, but it’s better to watch it for a while and then let him rest if the need arises—-
“Uh? Dwarves don’t get morning sickness, Nor.”
“Det.”
Humans were the only species that were dominated by hormones.
That’s right. They are also small dwarves. It’s a big deal if you googling your body inside and out because you’re pregnant. So maybe there are no weak dwarves who are defeated by hormones.
Fran is of mixed blood, so I’m still a bit worried, but there are also quarter dwarves and their descendants. It will be fine.
Dana, who was smirking, followed me and patted her sky-like husband with her oil.
“What? Look at this bastard Aren’t you interested in her wife?”
“Ah, you studied childbirth so damn hard. They said it was because the references were from Britannia and Romania.”
It’s nice to be able to have a comfortable conversation because people have left their seats because they’re busy. Dana put the powder on her face with a puzzled face.
“Then question. Ulster people get morning sickness, they don’t.”
“When I see my sister’s dark circles getting darker when she works overtime and menstrual week, the correct answer is ‘do it’. Get ready for pregnancy leave, poor, pitiful slave to hormones.”
“If I eat this world’s cuisine today, I might whine about wanting to eat this even when I get morning sickness?”
“What the fuck?”
I pretended to be surprised, but if I have to say, I’m more worried about what if I hold back what I want to eat just because my sister cares about me.
They say that what you can’t eat during morning sickness lasts a lifetime, but Dana says, “I want to eat chicken and beer…” … ‘, That day will be the day I punch a hole in the dimensional membrane with my heart.
We split the team into three groups: a rice-washing team, a pre-pan frying team, and a songpyeon-making team.
“Nefertiti, Veronica? Why do you two put so much effort into making something called songpyeon?”
Tirsi asked coolly while washing the rice with magic. It seemed as if she was surprised by the amazing concentration of her friends.
“… Songpyeon is a very important offering for the Chuseok ritual of Chuseok.”
Veronica’s answer as she devoted herself to songpyeon. Nefertiti, who had been silently growing the bean songpyeon, answered instead while examining the songpyeon’s texture.
“If you make it well, you will have a pretty daughter. Ancestor power.”
“… …”
“… …”
“… …”
Urr-. Wives flock to Songpyeon as if they were salty.
You guys are superstitious. Chuseok is not a ceremony to pray for fertility.
The only thing left to send money is francs. I looked at her and, without asking, she brushed her stomach.
“Ehehe. First, I wanted it to be my son.”
“I hope so. Because the son resembles the mother.”
“I want to see a daughter who looks like a senior!”
“You can make a songpyeon that resembles me.”
But if all of you have daughters who look like songpyeon, shouldn’t I buy six shotguns for the father of her daughter? Not even the damn American arms dealer.
“If I were like you, I would bring several men rather than marry. As a son-in-law.”
Husband is beaten to death by an inadvertently thrown fact. T_T.
“If that happens, I will have nothing to say. After all, it would be better if they were daughters who resembled their mother… ?”
Wait. So, aren’t our daughters-in-law getting married to some kind of harem playboy?
What kind of lucky bastard bastard are you? I want to kill
And that bastard was me.
“Mother.”
What the fuck Is it the Inception Stella? Why do all twin desires return to self-contradiction? Is there another personality in me?
Fuck rude phone fuck phedin Yes inooum! Can’t you get rid of the body of Kang Buk-ho, a pure love and a pure love macho?
“Puhh. You have nothing to say about what your daughter’s wedding will look like.”
“Oh, shit. What is it that you bet on the first choice?”
“Whoops, isn’t that Nord’s karma? But it is a serious reverse.”
“Daheuk. Our daughters want to grow up on Earth…”
It’s like playing a 10-point match against a wall with a uranium ping-pong ball. Even if you just breathe, the damage will come.
Could it be that the aristocrats running a business through the marriage of their children is the repeated absurdity of madmen who have gone mad with contradictions? It is a kind of inherited genetic disease.
Yes, that must be it. Also… I… I wasn’t wrong…
So, in order to overcome the crushing misery, I left the jeondo I was frying and picked up songpyeon.
Daughters, please only resemble the good side of your mom and dad.
