Suddenly, she heard his distinctive phone voice in the living room. It was too fast to understand. So, that’s how he uses his phone? She had heard that in Korea, phones don’t support voice assistance well, and everyone uses American phones for better functionality. Was his phone also one of those?
Soo-young curiously checked his outgoing number on her phone. After clicking to save a new contact, she pondered what to name it. Landlord? Seol Woo-jin? She cautiously touched the screen. Da, vi, d.
Knowing that Seol Chairman took his second son’s memorial service seriously, relatives gathered at his house early in the evening, intending to show their sincerity even if they didn’t perform the rites.
While chatting with relatives, Ji-hyun stepped away to answer her ringing phone. It was Woo-jin.
“What’s the mart’s number?”
As soon as Ji-hyun answered, Woo-jin immediately asked.
“What?”
“The mart’s number.”
“Which mart?”
“The one you ordered from when you came to our house. They delivered right away. What’s the number of that mart?”
“Why? Do you need something?”
“Just give me the number. I’ll order it myself.”
“You will? Personally?”
“Yeah.”
It was the first time for such an occurrence.
Woo-jin, who usually hated any interaction or phone conversations with others, was now calling the mart to order something. Ji-hyun gave him the mart’s number with a fluttering heart.
“Thanks. Hanging up.”
Even after the call ended, Ji-hyun stood there, dumbfounded. Woo-jin said ‘thank you’ and even requested the order himself. When was the last time she heard him say ‘thank you’?
It was reassuring to see Woo-jin getting better, but the sudden change worried her. What if Soo-young suddenly left? What would happen then?
As her heart warmed up, her back chilled, and she shivered slightly. Someone warmly embraced her from behind.
“What are you doing here?”
It was his loving wife.
“Oh, Woo-jin asked for the mart’s number.”
“Why did he ask for it?”
“He said he needs to order something.”
“Himself?”
She echoed Ji-hyun’s earlier question. Ji-hyun chuckled and nodded.
“Yes.”
“Wow!”
Her wife’s exclamation showed her understanding. Ji-hyun turned and gently embraced her.
“I should visit Woo-jin’s place tomorrow.”
Seon-seo suddenly said, sounding excited.
“Why?”
“To see that girl.”
Ji-hyun quickly stepped away from her and spoke urgently.
“Soo-young? No, don’t go.”
“Why? I’m really curious… And I have to cheer her on. Oh, and I need to check something.”
“What do you need to check?”
Seon-seo tiptoed to whisper in Ji-hyun’s ear.
“To see if Woo-jin likes her.”
“How can you tell that?”
“I can tell by looking at their eyes.”
“Eyes? How can you tell from their eyes?”
“My eyes, of course. Eyes that have fallen in love.”
Her eyes sparkled as she spoke, making it clear what she meant by ‘eyes in love.’ Ji-hyun’s lips pressed against her forehead and then released.
“Don’t say anything inappropriate when you go.”
“I won’t. I’ll just look with my eyes.”
Like a little bird, Seon-seo chattered and hugged her husband tightly.
Ji-hyun wondered if Soo-young had melted Woo-jin’s heart like his wife had melted his.
But to Soo-young, such flirtation was a different world. She laughed hollowly at the mountain of gimbap ingredients.
Was she supposed to make bulk gimbap for a school or sell them at a subway station in the early morning? What was she supposed to do with all these ingredients?
Then, the person responsible for ordering all these ingredients entered the kitchen with a slow gait. A leisurely attitude even in his walking. That relaxed demeanor.
“Is it done?”
“What do you mean done? I told you I don’t know how to make gimbap. Why did you order just the ingredients instead of the gimbap itself…”
“If you can’t make it, I’ll do it.”
“What?”
“I’ll make it. I know how. Just prepare the pickled radish, ham, carrots, cucumber, and tuna. I’ll handle the rest.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“You want gimbap that badly?”
“Yes.”
“Suddenly?”
“Yes. Suddenly.”
“Huh…”
Mesmerized by his gaze, Soo-young started preparing the ingredients, placing them each in separate bowls. It didn’t take long to prepare the carrots, pickled radish, burdock, perilla leaves, seaweed, warmed rice, and tuna.
Soon, Woo-jin pressed rice onto the seaweed with his large hands, methodically placing the ingredients and rolling them tightly. Miraculously, a roll of gimbap was completed.
Soo-young watched his magic-like gimbap making without even blinking.
“Did it turn out alright?”
He asked, looking at Soo-young.
“Yes. Are you really making this without seeing? You did it really well? Without using a sushi rolling mat or anything…”
“Really? That’s good. Now, cut it.”
“What?”
“You haven’t been doing much. At least you can do the cutting.”
“I prepared all the ingredients!”
“I made them all. You look like you could eat about five rolls, and I just need one, so I have to make about five more rolls. I’m busy, so hurry up and cut.”
Soo-young, speechless with amazement, watched as Woo-jin began to roll another gimbap, purely by the feel in his hands. He looked almost like a gimbap master.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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