Have a Meal Before You Go

My hometown was a lush countryside.

Smell the fragrant grass and the fragrant flowers.

The warm sunshine under the acacia tree is still alive.

In spring, a flower blossomed from the mountain, jumped over it, and when the sun went down, I would go home - put dry firewood in the furnace, and when I lit the fire, I would watch the white smoke blossom up into the chimney.

He laughed as he smelled the cooking of rice.

It was such a laid-back countryside.

I lay in my yard watching the smoke vanish into the sky. As the sun sets, the smoke becomes fainter......

* * *

Pow!

The lighter lights the cigarette.

A middle-aged man with a white head sat everywhere and emitted a long smoke. Then I looked up at the night sky as the smoke disappeared.

Starlight.

The sky, which is no different from what I saw in my previous hometown, met him. But the landscape had changed. A building enters instead of a tree, and asphalt road greets him instead of grass.

His body was always filled with the scent of casual flowers, full of only monster blood and fatigue.

The man said, pulling the sword back into the dance.

“Secure the survivors. Solve the case.”

The men who followed the man's voice shouted.

“Solve the case! ”

The man walked through the city like that. The logo is engraved on the back of the bloodstained leather armor.

T E M P L E

.

It was early morning.

The sun goes down gently through the window of the rice house. Everything was quiet.

Sharak!

I could only hear the sound of handing over the newspaper.

Seeing my old father, I always had an idea.

What do you think newspapers are so funny about?

The answer was only when Chulho reached his father's age.

I'm just looking.

Even if you don't want to get anything, it just feels like a funny story about the world.

Let me see.

So today's talk...... is about the Temple Mercenaries who just did something big.

Temple Mercenaries have prevented a monster invasion in the Southern region last month. On the ground, there was a large photograph of a man.

“Fantastic.”

Chulho whistled slightly and handed over the newspaper. That's when I read the letters.

Bashrack!

Tangerine lifted her head under the newspaper.

“Bye-bye! ”

Tangerine looked up at the iron hole with her bright eyes.

“Are you awake?”

“Daddy!”

Tangerine nodded.

Then he squeezed himself in, completely tucked himself in. In that state, I climbed up to the top, whimpering on Iron Cord's knee.

Tangerine sat on the thigh of an iron tiger and laughed. And I look at the newspaper.

Cheolho stroked his head and showed the newspaper.

“Oh, no, Sean. ”

I slowly read the large note in the paper.

‘Fashion of the day. ’

Chulho glanced at the letter and laughed.

“Well done. ”

In praise, he laughed again.

“Hem!”

He cleared his voice and read the letters again.

“I am Nectar. ”

‘The weather is warm. ’

Nowadays, I started to read the letters quite well.

I know how to read, but I can't pronounce well. Tangerine looked up at whether she had lost interest after reading the letter for a long time.

“Pa, pa. ”

“Huh?"

“Cor.”

Tangerines jumped down onto Steel Tiger's thighs and stepped toward the refrigerator in front of the kitchen. I grabbed one of my front legs and knocked on the door of the refrigerator.

“Cor! Cor! ”

“Yes."

Cheolho stands up with his back extended. Come to think of it, it's time for breakfast.

Let me see.

What do you want for breakfast?

It's always bothering me. Because Bob has to eat three meals a day, and he only has three chances to say it three times a day.

You should eat something delicious. Life has only three chances of eating something short and delicious.

Oh, I see.

Chulho looked at the tangerines and thought.

‘Well, I wouldn't call it a short life for you. ’

Chulho, who was thinking for a moment with his arms folded, suddenly remembered the food.

First, I spread a handful of grain in a square sealed container towards the kitchen.

White rice.

Washes rice well.

Though grain was good for health, Chulho favored beauty.

I wanted to make white rice rice rice. No matter how bad health is, it can have no effect on Chulho's body.

Put the rice in the rice cooker and receive the proper water.

When you put your palm on the rice, it is appropriate not to get your hands full.

And then I'm gonna make rice. After placing the rice cooker with the lid on, the water begins to boil.

Chulho told Tangerine.

“Time to wake up my brother. ”

“Ta-da!”

Tangerine nodded and ran to the chore room.

When I arrived in the room, Tangerine looked at her sleeping brother with a stupid look on her face. And I turned my gaze to the big, tall robe next to him.

Tangerine grabbed a chair and stood on it and climbed to the top of the palanquin. I jumped.

“Ahhhh!”

Chulho grins, listening to Khan's screams.

* * *

Tsk, tsk!

White steam gushes from the rice cooker. And the smell of rice spread out everywhere. It was the smell of saving and pulling appetite.

Cheolho began preparing one or two other dishes. First is Velto Egg.

Grill an egg in an oiled fry pan. A Velto egg fried egg.

I take the chips out of the refrigerator. These dice using Mandragora are now very ripe and very tasty. Last of the herbs I just bought.

Once you refine the herbs and put them in a little water, the menu for this morning is complete.

“You! What if I crush him? ”

Khan gave a long kiss to both cheeks with a tangerine wrapped around him. Tangerine giggled as if it tickled.

Chulho glanced at him and smiled.

Now that rice is ready, open the lid of the rice cooker and look inside.

“Good. ”

It's been quite a while since I cooked rice. I haven't had to cook in a while.

Stir the well-done white rice with a spatula, and fill it in a large and depressed bowl.

Place Velto egg salad on top, add dehydrated sprouts, and spit out chops.

I also put three tablespoons of pepper paste....... and the damage of this dish is also this.

Sesame oil.

If I save sesame oil, it won't taste good. Sprinkle abundantly. The sesame oil pours down from the bottle, and the pungent aroma swells up again.

Kan ran to the burinake.

“What, what, what is this? How can it smell like this? ”

“Here.”

Chulho shrugs as he pulls out his spoon.

“Rub it in.”

Today's morning is Bibimbap.

“Trust me! ”

You pick up the spoon with your face covered in columns.

* * *

When you eat Bibimbap, it's best to eat a full spoon and fill your mouth.

You can enjoy the hot energy and sesame oil of the freshly made rice, and the harmony made by peppers and ingredients.

He swallows and exhales with his nose. The pungent aroma of sesame oil remains and makes me pick up the spoon again.

Bob.

Bob tastes funny.

First of all, Bob is generally a food that goes well with any side dish. The seasoning, soap and grass dishes are delicious.

It can be rolled into soup and tasty.

What Chulho personally prefers is a cold meal rolled in noodle soup. When the cold rice, not hot rice, is added to the soup, it tastes like a twisted rice meal. It's so much fun.

After spreading the rice from the rice cooker, the rest of the noodles are also fine.

You can just eat it, boil it with water, fry it, and then eat it with sugar.

“Hmm.”

Chulho thought of the bear and nodded. We're going to be making meals with rice for the next few days.

Then there's another happy thought.

What kind of side dishes do you make?

Tangerine began to doze off with a full Bibimbap. Cheolho tilts his head and asks.

“Khan. He's been acting strange lately. ”

“Hmm?"

The column tilts its head.

“Just eat and sleep. Is he okay?”

“Ah.”

The Khan replied with an eager face, poking a tangerine's cheek.

“It's been three months since he was born. By then, we'll know what class it is. ”

“Oh?”

“This is the process. At this point, I usually eat a lot and sleep a lot. ”

“Really?"

That's what's expected. I can't believe tangerines are born as masters. Cheolho felt a strange excitement.

“Let's put him to sleep. ”

When Khan went into the room with a tangerine hug, a guest came.

Queek!

The guest who opened the door and appeared was even bigger, Kim Man-ho.

“Hello, Ms. Grant. ”

“Oh, yeah. Welcome."

Kim Manho sat at the table with a nice smile on his face. Suddenly, he sniffed and sniffed.

“Oh, I smell good rice. ”

“I just made rice. Can I give you some?”

Kim Manho nods.

“Yes, but first, I'd like to ask for ramen. And is that rice…..”

“A cold meal would be nice. ”

Kim Manho laughed.

“Of course. As expected, ramen is cold. ”

Anyway, the code fits him perfectly. Cheolho walked into the kitchen with a bloody smile. At that time, when I walked into the kitchen, I turned around and saw Manho Kim.

His gaze was directed at the newspaper that Cheolho had seen. Fixed in a picture of a big guy.