Chapter 119 – A Brief Respite (1)
Since the morning of the weekend, Ichie had been sitting on the steps in front of her house, fiddling with her phone. At the end of her road, one of her little cars rolled her wheels towards her. Her ichie heard her exhaust, got up from her seat, and waved her hand. The vehicle, which blinked its headlights once, carefully poked its head into the parking lot.
The driver’s door opened, and her slim, outstretched legs protruded out. Kim Yoo-jung put on her sunglasses and waved her hand at her idiom with a smile on her face.
“Miss Ichie. How have you been doing?”
“Yes. How have you been doing.”
Ichie replied with a nod of her head. She and she stared at Kim Yoo-jung’s face and asked.
“Young sister. Sunglasses. What is it?”
“Isn’t it cool?”
“Yes.”
“So I put it on.”
It was a somewhat absurd remark, but it was humorous enough to ease the tension. Ichie smiled lightly and nodded her head. Kim Yoo-jung asked while slightly lowering her sunglasses.
“Then, shall we go shopping right away?”
“Great. Go see the market Go and buy a lot of delicious food.”
“Do you have seasoning at home? My uncle said he cooks, so I think he’ll have pretty much anything.”
“There are so many. When I heard that Suhyeon-san and Yoo-jeong unnie and I cook together, they said that they had everything in the seasoning cupboard.”
“Then go upstairs and check the seasonings and ingredients.”
Ichie nodded her head. Then she turned around and pressed the code for the front door. Kim Yoo-jung said as she climbed the stairs.
“It’s great here.”
“Young sister. I have never been to my house.”
“That’s right. It was. I should have come to play once.”
There were many reasons why they didn’t come to play, but today the two of them blatantly avoided talking about those reasons. After defeating C-class Larva the other day, the relationship between the two has improved significantly, but even so, the remnants of the war of nerves still remain. Ichie naturally asked Kim Yoo-jung a question to turn the flow of the story that reminds me of the past.
“Young sister. What are you making today?”
“Hmm… First of all, since we met a little earlier than the original time, I want to try cooking a little more… How about braised ribs?”
“Galbijjim? I like that. It is plentiful and delicious.”
Ichie nodded and said it was good to be lively. Kim Yoo-jung smiled at her smile and walked toward the kitchen. When the cupboard door was opened, various condiments were lined up in a row. Quite expensive and rare seasonings, which even Kim Yoo-jung, who has a hobby for cooking, does not have, were prepared as a matter of course, and there were a variety of items commonly used in Korean cuisine, such as sesame oil and soy sauce, as well as seasonings mainly used in Japanese cuisine, as well as Chinese spices such as Palgak.
Kim Yoo-jung said while touching her seasonings one by one.
“Wow, this is enough to buy meat and vegetables, right? Do you have any garlic?”
“It’s in the freezer.”
At those words, Kim Yoo-jung opened the door to her freezer. Things like garlic and chopped green onions were kept in bags. Kim Yoo-jung was looking at this and that, and she asked Ichie.
“Miss Ichie. No ginger?”
“Yes?”
Ichie looked at Kim Yu-jung with a slightly surprised face and slightly narrowed her eyes. As if her expression was strange, Kim Yoo-jung pointed to the refrigerator door and asked again.
“Do you have any ginger? I have garlic and sell it.”
“Oh, ginger… It’s in the fridge.”
Kim Yoo-jung wondered why she was so surprised, and she opened the refrigerator door. She was there and she definitely had an idea. It was pickled ginger, finely chopped pink. Kim Yoo-jung smiled and said.
“Shall we buy some ginger on the way? In addition, I only need to buy carrots and potatoes. Do you like noodles?”
“I like you.”
“Then, buy vermicelli and put it in. We.”
In her wit, she nodded and twitched the corners of her mouth. She seemed happy to hear that she cooked and ate something delicious. When she went back down to the first floor and climbed into the window, Ichie naturally climbed into the passenger seat and buckled her seat belt. Kim Yoo-jung said while wearing her seat belt.
“I heard that S ranks don’t get fined even if they don’t wear seat belts. Is it really?”
“When I was in Japan, I saw B-rank hunters not wearing them. I don’t think they’ll say anything about not wearing a seat belt if you’re high.”
“When I fasten my seatbelt, my chest is compressed, so it’s a bit stuffy every time. I need to level up and release it soon. Every time I drive, I feel embarrassed…”
Kim Yoo-jung said so and she flicked her seat belt across her breastbone. She stared at her chest and then she flicked her seatbelt that she was fastening once. And she said
“Bad.”
“Yes? What?”
Ichie didn’t answer Kim Yu-jung’s embarrassing question. She looked out the window with her eyes slightly frowning. Kim Yoo-jung looked at the reaction of her reasoning and alternately looked at her breasts pressed down by her seat belt and at the breasts of her reasoning. And she said with a laugh.
“You are still growing up. Miss Ichie.”
“I am an adult. I am over 20 years old.”
“Yes. Yes.”
Kim Yoo-jung said so and she turned her car around in the parking lot. Her mart was farther away than expected, so it took too long to walk. Kim Yoo-jung asked her rationale.
“Have you ever been to the supermarket?”
“Yes. I go with her uncle, and I go shopping alone.”
“What are you going to buy yourself?”
“Cooking ingredients. Buy something like ramen. Sometimes when I miss hometown food, I buy sushi or go to a nearby Japanese restaurant to eat.”
“How is it? Does it taste the same as back home?”
“No.”
Ichie shook her head and said firmly. Kim Yoo-jung laughed loudly when she felt the tone of her voice change. Even if she thought about it, it was because there were no good Japanese restaurants around here. She laughed out loud and asked:
“But I am surprised. Miss Ichie has a good family, so when I personally went to a restaurant, I thought I would only go to a high-end restaurant.”
“I’ve been doing that ever since.”
The supermarket sushi didn’t seem to really suit her taste. Kim Yoo-jung smiled and nodded her head, and Ichie also nodded her head while holding her handle. Entering the mart parking lot, the two got off amicably and picked up the cart. Kim Yoo-jung, who habitually put her hand in her pocket, she said as Ichie just pulled out the cart.
“I liked putting 100 won in and taking out. I felt like I was making money by subtracting 100 won again when returning something.”
“That’s right. There is something like that.”
Ichie nodded her head and agreed. Then she spun the cart around and started moving to the vegetable section. Kim Yoo-jung followed her and said.
“Is there anything else you want to eat? I’ll do it all for you today. I am very good at cooking.”
“Then I want to eat.”
“What?”
“Before. I tried it at a restaurant, but I was disappointed that it was not as tasty as I expected.”
“Oh, before? Then what should I do… Since we have green onions at home, shall we buy some shrimp and peppers and make it simple? Did you have pancake powder at home? No. Ichie Yang. Do you have kimchi at home?”
She had just checked the ingredients, but couldn’t remember if she had kimchi at home. She didn’t check it casually because it was natural for Korean families to have it, but it was because Ichie was Japanese. She shook her head in ichi, she said.
“No. Kimchi. My uncle doesn’t like spicy food, so I don’t buy kimchi.”
“Then I will buy one and eat it all today. Since they are growing hunters, we should be able to eat them all.”
“Then fine. Work hard and eat them all.”
“Yes. In that position They say you have to eat a lot to work hard at the gate later.”
The two walked around the mart in a friendly atmosphere. In the vegetable corner, Ichie looked at Kim Yu-jung with a face full of anticipation and said,
“Young sister. What kind of carrots do you like?”
“Everything sold at the supermarket is good. It’s okay if you don’t get soft.”
Kim Yoo-jung said that and put her carrots in her cart. She said with a slightly disappointed face.
“I was hoping for a fancier tip.”
“How good are the things at the mart these days?”
“Nevertheless.”
Kim Yoo-jung laughed and picked out her potatoes as well. In the meantime, she made her way to her butcher’s shop and got her beef ribs.
“They say they’ll give you seasoning, shall we take it?”
“Ah yes. It would be nice if you could accept it.”
“All right.”
She moved her steps again and took the packet of her condiments. Kim Yoo-jung said after choosing one pancake powder, she laughed.
“I picked them all. Shall we go now?”
“Yes.”
The way back. The trunk was full of food and rattled. With the sound of Kim Yu-jung’s hum, she felt her heart pounding in her heart. Eating delicious food has always been a pleasure for her. When she went back into the house carrying a bag of groceries, she washed her hands without saying anything about Kim Yoo-jung and her reason.
“Then shall we drain the blood first?”
“Wait a minute.”
While Kim Yu-jeong was looking for the basin, she went into the room and came out with a Japanese sword. She then poked down the middle of the pork rib and caught her breath.
Woo woo woo woo!
The ribs rattled and she began spitting out bright red blood. Kim Yoo-jung looked at her reasoning with a shy expression. Originally, she had to soak in water for more than an hour, and the blood that drained out was formed round the tip of her knife. She said in ichi.
“Pig’s blood doesn’t perform well, so I don’t usually charge it.”
Then she splashed the blood she had collected in her sink. Like a bubble popping a water balloon, she exploded with a pop and she gushed blood down the sink. A fishy smell filled the sink. Kim Yoo-jung asked while rinsing the sink with water.
“Then what do you usually charge with?”
“Human blood. Monster blood.”
“Human blood?”
“I buy blood transfusion packs from the hospital. If you participate in a big gate operation in a hurry, explode a few for emergency use and charge them. I have a few in the freezer.”
“Oh, the red envelope on top?”
“Yes.”
Kim Yoo-jung shrugged her shoulders. It seemed better to forget what I had just heard. Anyway, thanks to her brilliant technique, I didn’t have to draw blood. She said.
“Then shall we cook?”
“Wait a minute.”
Ichie said that, and this time she opened the closet door in the kitchen. As she was looking at something, she saw Ichie putting on her apron and headband. Kim Yoo-jung laughed because she was funny. She said in ichi.
“My sister wears it too.”
“All right.”