Yeonho couldn’t contain his boiling anger. He was furious at the teacher trying to take a leave, turning into an unreasonable person, and he was angry at the clueless Sooyoung without a plan.

No matter how much he thought about it, there was no way this could happen unless there was some connection with that landlord.

What’s the relationship with the landlord? Are they dating? That couldn’t be… he seems like an older man… Could that man be gaslighting her? Didn’t he say he’s a writer? Then he would naturally be eloquent… If he used that to entice the innocent Sooyoung…

The more he thought about it, the more this was not an ordinary situation.

Oh, how would she be rescued from this criminal?

Wearing a light, flowing dress, Sooyoung continued to push the broom for the fifteenth minute in the same place.

Yeonho was angrier than he thought. He realized he made a really big mistake, getting caught up in the 10-minute issue. It was beyond comprehension why he was so obsessed with her walk.

Should he go back and say he would go to the interview now? Ah, but wouldn’t he seem too desperate?

At that moment, Woojin, the culprit of the incident, staggered out into the living room.

“Give me food.”

Come to think of it, they forgot to eat lunch. Irritated, Sooyoung spoke curtly.

“Today, Soo Woojin will prepare it.”

“Why?”

“Because he didn’t buy anything today. And is there a law that says I have to prepare lunch? If a hungry person prepares it, isn’t that enough?”

Although she felt it was too much for someone whose hand was not fully healed, she wanted to be petty.

She thought he would argue, saying it was her duty since she was the helper. However, unexpectedly, he pondered for a moment and nodded.

The meaning of that nod, whether it meant he wouldn’t eat lunch or he would prepare it himself, was unclear, so Sooyoung silently observed Woojin.

She followed him into the kitchen, even though she thought he would go to his room as usual.

When Woojin entered the kitchen, he casually opened the refrigerator and took out a lunchbox. Opening the lid and carefully feeling the contents with his hands, he picked a lunchbox with rice and started rotating it in the microwave.

Then, he overturned the lunchbox with side dishes onto the heated rice. In a strange act that seemed to gather food waste, Sooyoung’s face gradually wrinkled.

After gathering the food, he slowly opened the drawer and took out sesame oil, sprinkling it over the food with his fingers. Every move was very slow and careful, but it was neat and meticulous without any spillage.

When the rice seemed well-mixed, he opened another drawer, touched various things with his hands, and suddenly took out disposable vinyl gloves. He put them on his left hand, which was not wrapped in bandages.

Then, he took out an empty plate from the cupboard, placed it on the table, and started making fist rice balls, placing each one carefully on the plate.
As if born to be a Japanese chef, the size of the rice ball made by his hands was consistently bite-sized, to the point where it seemed like he was destined to be a Japanese chef.

Just like when making kimbap, he carefully crafted the rice balls like a master, placing them on a plate. Sooyoung watched him with curious eyes.

Soon, a wide plate full of rice balls was placed, and Woojin, familiarly, took water from the water purifier, placing one in front of her and one in front of himself before sitting down.

“If you touch it with chopsticks, it might break, so put on disposable gloves and eat.”

Woojin demonstrated by picking up a rice ball with gloved hands and putting it in his mouth.

Sooyoung, who couldn’t close her wide-open mouth, quickly sat in the chair across from him and asked, “Mr. Seol Woojin.”

“Yes.”

“Did you major in cooking at university? Are you from the culinary department?”

“Do you think they’d recruit visually impaired people from there?”

“But why are you so good at cooking?”

“Is this cooking?”

“Yes, it’s cooking. Isn’t all Japanese food like this? Like kimbap, rice balls, and later, let’s try making sushi. I think you can do it.”

“Then, you clean the fish meat.”

“…What do you mean?”

“For sushi, you have to put fish meat on top. If you clean the fish meat, I’ll make the sushi. The fish should be alive, though.”

“Clean the fish meat while it’s alive? Isn’t that too cruel?”

“Yeah. That’s why I can’t make sushi. Be satisfied with the rice balls.”

Woojin said, putting a rice ball into his mouth with an indifferent expression. Sooyoung stared at him for a moment, then quickly put on disposable gloves and ate the rice ball.

Although it was just a lump of rice and side dishes, it was surprisingly delicious and flavorful, perhaps due to the sesame oil.

Determined to try making it for her mom at home, Sooyoung diligently ate the rice ball.

“Did you tell that senior So that you won’t attend the interview?”

Pretending not to know, Woojin asked, and Sooyoung sighed deeply and replied, “Yes. But I got angrier than I thought, so I think I made a mistake.”

“You did.”