Reducing the heat and turning around, Dajeong opened her phone and checked the recipe for the dish again.
“Soy sauce… two cups… mirin, one cup… and two tablespoons of garlic…”
Ha, a sigh burst involuntarily. After all, I had no idea what size cup and spoon they were talking about, and my head was pounding.
The dining table and kitchen counter were filled with various ingredients. She had been sweating and struggling for several hours, but there was not a single completed dish.
She had never tried such a complicated recipe before, and just checking the recipe made her head ache, not knowing what size cup and spoon they were talking about.
Unable to leave Siwoo’s pickup to Sol, who had been struggling and sweating for hours, she reluctantly asked for help.
While watching TV, Seongja, as if bored, stretched and turned his gaze to the kitchen. Watching the restless Dajeong running around, he looked at the time, realizing half a day had passed. Without fail, a stern remark came.
“Hey, I’m starving trying to get a decent meal.”
“It’s done. Just be patient for a bit.”
Even after 30 minutes passed, a reasonably set table was finally prepared.
“It’s done. Come and eat.”
“Oh, my, I didn’t even notice my stomach was stuck to my back due to hunger.”
Mumbling, Seongja, sitting at the dining table, scanned the food with his eyes. There was no special feast, just galbi jjim, tangpyeongchae, galbi jjim, yukjeon, and japchae.
Struggling with non-existent skills and facing a challenge more difficult than a national exam, Dajeong somehow felt short of breath.
“Is it okay now? I’ve prepared what you asked for, so please eat only this and leave as promised. Got it?”
“Hey, what did I say? I told you if you prepare a decent meal according to my taste, then I’ll consider it. So, let’s see if it’s edible.”
Seongja, who spoke abruptly, grabbed a piece of galbi, took a bite, and wrinkled his face.
“Oh, it’s salty! It’s missing soy sauce.”
“Salty? That’s strange. I followed the recipe…”
Dajeong scratched her cheek. She had no idea why galbi jjim turned into soy sauce.
“It’s salty, but it’s edible. Hey, let’s eat together.”
“I’m done. Please eat a lot…”
Unable to speak, Dajeong dragged her tired body and collapsed on the sofa in the living room.
Just as she seemed to be catching her breath, suddenly, thud thud, the sound of someone knocking on the door echoed. Startled, Dajeong, with half-closed eyelids, pushed herself up.
“I don’t know who’s loudly knocking on the door, leaving a perfectly good doorbell. Hey, someone must have come. Go check it out.”
Grumbling while tearing apart the galbi she had criticized as soy sauce, Seongja muttered. Going out through the front door, Dajeong unconsciously opened the door, then stepped back without realizing it.
Seeing a man standing outside, Dajeong, who had her mouth covered, continuously glanced behind her.
When a person you promised to see on Friday suddenly knocked on your house door on Thursday afternoon, it wasn’t clear what to do.
With astonished eyes, when she stared at him, he took a step forward. Seeing Seongja sneering while enjoying his meal at the perfectly set dining table, Junghyuk couldn’t help but chuckle.
Despite hearing that Seongja was here, he hadn’t believed it until now. But.
“Is he really here?”
Junghyuk’s mouth corners slid off in amazement. His perfectly-eating son suddenly burst into tears when he appeared. It was a moment of shock.
Junghyuk didn’t say much.
“Come out.”
“Don’t you see Mom eating? If you have something to say, say it here.”
If he was going to leave when told to come out, he wouldn’t have come in the first place. When Seongja stubbornly persisted, Junghyuk, who had been staring at the dining table with a hint of a smile, suddenly burst into laughter, looking at the figure devouring the feast.
Seongja, talking about soy sauce while tearing apart the criticized galbi jjim, grumbled. Then, he picked up Dajeong’s phone and wallet from the dining table, picked up Dajeong’s phone and wallet from the dining table, and immediately pushed them into her arms, pushing her towards the front door.
If you were going to leave, you shouldn’t have come in the first place. When Seongja stubbornly resisted, Junghyuk, who had been glaring at him, picked up Dajeong’s phone and wallet from the table and turned away, holding them against her as he pushed her toward the entrance.
“Go to Yoo Siwoo.”
“Mr. Cha Junghyuk, what are you trying to do?”
“It’ll be over soon. Go.”
His voice was heavy and cold. Leaving only the two of them behind was worrisome, given the seriousness of the situation, but Dajeong, considering the gravity of the situation, turned towards the entrance without saying more.
Returning to the living room after turning around, Junghyuk sat in the chair opposite Seongja, leaning forward. Touching his cold forehead, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly burst into laughter. It was strange to laugh when he should be angry, but it seemed amusing.
Slowly rising to his feet, he leaned on the backrest.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
