40. My Dessert!
Popular celebrity and Jinhyo’s mother, Yunhee Choi.
Seong Bo-ra, head chef of a Provence restaurant.
Those two people who didn’t feel related at all were having a sincere conversation.
But the words that come and go between the two,
Actually, there were many ambiguous corners to evaluate it as a conversation.
He will too,
Yoon-hee was asking Bora about her cooking and her career as a chef.
And to Yoon-hee’s question, Bo-ra was answering her heartfelt sincerity.
The waiters who overheard the two of them couldn’t help but look very puzzled.
What made it so was the conversation between the two,
It was because it sounded like the interviewer was asking a question and the interviewer was answering.
It was a type of conversation that made me mistakenly thinking that this was an interview.
Contrary to the waiters who are so puzzled,
The manager was looking at Bora with a proud smile.
Her eyes were like those of a parent looking at a well-grown child.
While this strange conversation was going on for a long time,
As if they had made a promise, the two stopped talking and looked at one place.
The place where the eyes of the two met is none other than
Sitting on Yunhee’s lap,
I was diligently eating pork rice bowls,
It reached Jinhyo.
While the two were concentrating on their conversation,
Jin-hyo had already eaten half of her meat bowl.
During the conversation, the two occasionally looked at Jinhyo eating rice bowls.
However, while I was concentrating on the conversation for a while, I was surprised to see that the amount of rice bowl had decreased noticeably.
It was Jinhyo who ate half of the rice bowl in the blink of an eye.
And Jinhyo had a very satisfied face. Besides, she was smiling happily as if she could feel the lingering aftertaste.
Jinhyo, who was putting down his spoon, seemed to notice their eyes only then.
Then, she looked at the two of them with a bashful smile, as if she was ashamed of their gaze.
Yunhee smiled softly and held up a glass of water and handed it to Jinhyo.
Jinhyo said that she was grateful, and she received a glass cup and began to drink deliciously.
To the point where everyone who sees it becomes cool.
When Jinhyo drank all the water,
Yoonhee lifted the napkin from her lap with a kind smile. Then, she said, wiping the residue from the corners of her mouth.
“Son, have you finished eating already?”
“Yes! I ate them all.”
“Really? But why not eat more?”
It was just a normal conversation between mother and son, but the moment Bo Ra heard it, her heart sank.
Bora’s pupils were trembling violently.
And she was blaming herself on the inside.
Why did you leave it?
Didn’t it taste good? Or was it not your taste?
Did you change the meat for no reason?
Did I make the seasoning too strong?
And so on
Even though it was a short moment, I was thinking all sorts of negative words and thoughts.
She only looked at Jinhyo anxiously with her trembling eyes.
However, contrary to her concerns,
Jinhyo said with a broad smile.
“Your mother needs to eat too.”
Truly, extraordinary words that would make you smile naturally just by hearing them flowed from Jinhyo’s mouth.
Yunhee was looking at Jinhyo with a very moved expression.
She might not be able to stand the emotions that surged through her heart. She hugged Jinhyo tightly and stroked Jinhyo’s head.
“My son~ Did you leave something for mom to eat? Ayu so pretty~”
“Ughhh, ehehehe.”
As Jin-hyo laughed cutely in Yoon-hee’s arms, she looked at Jin-hyo with expressions as if the waiters, who had been watching with bated breath until then, would melt.
And deep down, he was extremely envious of Yoon-hee, who held Jin-hyo in her arms.
No,
‘Oh my God… No matter how much he is a son, he naturally hugs a man.’
‘Envy, envy, envy, envy…
That should have been my seat That should have been my seat… ‘
‘How many times did you have to save the country in your previous life to have a son like that? Can I give birth to a son like that? No, I will definitely give birth to her.’
She was beyond envy She was developing great envy and great jealousy.
While the waiters were harboring disturbing thoughts for a long time, the manager was just looking at Jinhyo with genuine admiration inwardly.
‘He is a really great and amazing man. If I had continued to complete the butler course, I might have wanted to serve as the owner for the rest of my life….’
The manager seemed to be regretful as he recalled his past for a moment.
However, he soon erased his disrespectful selfishness and was looking at Jinhyo with pure respect.
And behold,
He was just looking at Jinhyo with a dumbfounded face as if he couldn’t believe it.
To be honest, it was lacking.
She was fortunate enough for herself, but
It was still one step short.
That one step…
“By the way, son, how was the taste?”
At that time, the question she really wanted to ask was,
Instead, it was flowing from Yoon-hee’s mouth.
At Yoon-hee’s question, she even stopped breathing,
All of her five senses were super focused on Jinhyo.
And finally,
“It was so delicious!”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes! It is very delicious! So go ahead and try it too!”
She was saved.
◈◈◈
Are you really the mother who heard my answer? He answered and raised the spoon.
Mother took a spoonful of her meat bowl and moved it into her mouth.
When my mother started tasting it, I asked in a slightly excited voice.
“How are you? Delicious right? Is it really delicious?”
I didn’t even cook, but I was fussing as if asking for my mother’s consent.
Despite my pampering, my mother was slowly chewing on the rice bowl as if savoring her taste.
And finally, the mother swallowed the food, she said with a gentle smile.
“Yes. It’s really good.”
“Right, right? Is it really delicious?”
Were you happy that you had the same empathy as your mother?
I was overjoyed at her mother’s evaluation.
When I was so happy, my mother said with a warm smile.
“Is it that good?”
“Yes! My mom said it was delicious, so I feel really good.”
“Oh, hehehe. Mom didn’t ask for that.”
My mother laughed as if she was having fun.
She then explained to me what she had originally intended to ask.
“I was going to ask if this meat bowl was so good.”
“Ah~ that’s what it was.”
Only then did I understand my mother’s question and nodded once.
If you ask if the pork rice bowl was good,
Of course, the answer has already been decided.
“It was really good. It is so delicious that I want to eat it again next time.”
Fluff.
And just then, a sound like a person falling came from beside my mother.
Startled by the sudden strange sound, I turned my head in the direction of the sound.
My mother must have been surprised as well, and turned her head with the same shocked expression as me.
And there,
The head chef was sitting on his stomach as if he were bowing down.
Uh… What the hell is this?
And I couldn’t help but panic at the sound that followed.
“Huh… black… Shut up.”
“…… To?”
The head chef was crying.
Then the small cries grew louder and louder.
“Huh! aaa!”
At first it was just a small sob.
But now there was a loud cry that reverberated through the hall.
Of course, the identity of the cry was the cry of the head chef.
At first, my mother looked at me with an expression of bewilderment, but now she was looking at me with an expression of bewilderment beyond absurdity.
I, too, was looking at the head chef with as much bewilderment as my mother.
At that time, the manager appeared and crouched next to the head chef who was crying.
Then, as if to comfort her, he began to pat her on the shoulder.
Her manager seemed to know why she was making her cry.
Perhaps thanks to the manager’s encouragement, the head chef’s cries were subsiding little by little.
And finally, a watery voice came from the head chef.
“Really… really… thank you
Ugh… Thank you thank you… Whoops.”
A sudden and unexpected thank you.
The head chef always greeted me, saying thank you, and confusion overtook me beyond embarrassment.
“Hey, over there. I don’t know, but calm down for now.”
First of all, I tried to talk to the head chef in order to appease him somehow.
“If you do this, I’m in trouble too.”
“Ugh! Uhhhhh!”
However, as if it had the opposite effect, she started crying again.
She was again banging her head on her carpet, screaming her screams.
“Thank you… do! Sobbing! Thank you!”
Why are you doing this….
There is no reason for this….
◈◈◈
So there is a lot of commotion going on,
The head chef, with tears in his eyes, asked his mother for forgiveness with a pale face, as if he had finally found the opposite s*x.
Asking for forgiveness for his rudeness.
And her mother wasn’t that cold-blooded either.
She left a impression that there must be a story behind her crying, and she said that she wanted to hear her story for a moment.
Then the manager came up to my mother and said,
She whispered softly in my ear, inaudible to me, she said as she nodded her head and put me on her lap.
He said that he should talk to these people for a while.
So my mother left with her staff, and I was left alone in her hall.
No, Detective Kim and Detective Yoo, who were outside to be precise, came into the hall instead and took on my escort.
So I was left with the detectives in the hall.
And the detectives are currently,
“Oh, this is really delicious.”
“…… (Nod)”
Originally, my mother and I were enjoying dessert instead.
The whole story was like this.
As my mother went out with her staff, she asked the detective to escort me. The detectives readily agreed, saying that it was their job, of course.
Just then, another employee contacted me that the dessert was ready.
Mother explained that it was a dessert she would not be able to eat anyway, and she gave it away to the detectives.
At first, even the detectives stubbornly refused, saying that they did not dare to do that.
But her mother said that she couldn’t eat her son, but she couldn’t just eat herself.
Detectives also convinced me that if I don’t eat it, it will eventually be thrown away.
In the end, with my mother’s strong persuasion, the detectives accepted the favor as if they couldn’t help it.
So now,
The detectives were enjoying an unusual dessert time.
And this for me…
It was the same with another torturer.
Mukbang torture!
What the hell is this?!
“Hiya. This fig tart is truly fantastic. Melts in your mouth, melts.”
Ah! Detective Kim!
You’re doing it on purpose! Yes?!
I got grumpy at Detective Kim’s admiring words,
He was staring at Detective Kim with eyes full of resentment.
At that time, Detective Yoo, who noticed my gaze, spoke to Detective Kim as if warning him.
“…… Be quiet.”
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“Huh? …… Oops.”
Detective Kim apologized with a very embarrassed expression, probably noticing my gaze only then.
“This is it, sorry. I’ve been so careless.”
I couldn’t say anything more to Detective Kim, who meekly apologized.
That’s why I crossed my arms and snorted to express my anger.
“… Joy.”
“hahahahaha~ I’m really sorry. Really.”
“…… (Kuhm)”
Detective Kim smiled and apologized to me, wondering what he was so happy about.
What, I’m very angry right now!
Are you laughing now?! Are you laughing?!
I hated Detective Kim, but
I wanted to propose a deal to Detective Kim just in case.
“… If you’re really sorry, please give me one tart.”
“Huh? A tart? Uh… “
Detective Kim, who heard my suggestion, scratched the back of his head with a very troubled expression.
At that time, Detective Yoo, who was quietly drinking hot chocolate next to me, intervened in the conversation.
“…… That’s not okay, Jinhyo-nim.”
Instead, I shouted at Detective Yoo as if protesting to Detective Yoo, who conveyed his intention of refusal.
“eee! Why not!”
“…… There was a request from Yoon-hee.”
…… Ah.
Could it be that?
Before my mother left, it seemed like she was saying something to the detectives in a low voice.
That was it.
Ahh! Mother!
Just ignore it and move on!
So until my mother comes back,
I was tortured watching a dessert eating show in front of my eyes in real time.
Ahh! My hot chocolate!!