Chemistry

* * *

“Ms. Hong. Oh, come on. ”

Captain Kim was restless standing at the entrance to the kitchen.

“All they have to do is cook. That's what the PD said. ”

Hong Ji-sook, who was washing his face in cold water, turns his head. Captain Kim winks at her cold eyes.

“You're not just filming? I thought you said we were going to a party. It's no big deal. ”

“They also give you a prize. It's a special feature.”

“That's right. There's no one else to do it, unless you're a senior. ”

The Chairman of the Women's Chairman, who was cutting kimchi, helped pay for it.

“I'll do it? You know my cooking. ”

“Cancer, you know. I won't eat Sundae Tofu Soup last time · ·”

When Emperor Hee looked at him, Captain Kim clearly coughed and told Hong Ji-suk.

“Winning or losing doesn't matter, so they say you can do it without any pressure. ”

“Don't you see this cast? I can't believe you're on TV with someone who's hurt. ”

This made Captain Kim look like he had nothing to say. Captain Kim became desperate to taste it again. He glanced at it and said jealously, holding out his gaze.

“Captain, I'll think about it this month at our restaurant. ”

“Oh, you did last month. This time, let's go to the market chipmunks, Mr. Park and Mr. Lee. ”

“Don't hate it. ”

“Oh, Ms. Hong. Who doesn't? Welke's being a jerk today. ”

Captain Kim nods as if he can't be beaten.

“Let's do it again. You know I'm not one to talk, right? ”

“Can I cook anything? ”

“Aye. If you get a good show this time, the neighborhood will have a good rumor, and the house will go up. ”

“There's no price for a house in a collapsing neighborhood. ”

Hiccup.

The front door opened, and Captain Kim's first son shouted from the other side of the living room.

“Dad, you're from the station! ”

“Already? Take her to the office on the second floor! I'll be right there. ”

Captain Kim turns his head to Hong Ji-suk.

“Then you accepted, Ms. Hong! ”

While Yoon Iseol, who worked hard up the hillside, breathed from his place, Jungwoo came to his side.

“It's hard, isn't it? We're here. ”

Yoon Lee Seol's gaze remained on the building below the foothills. A duplex painted with pastel tones. That was the destination.

“It's beautiful. It's not like the town hall. ”

“The captain fixed it up a while ago. I'm old school, but now I share everything. ”

Jungwoo paused while looking at the front yard of the building. There was a car that looked like a station car in the parking lot. Marked "Olove Channel."

“Oh no. Mr. Lee Seol. ”

I hurriedly blocked Yoon Lee Seol from leaving.

“He said he was coming to dinner, and he must be at the station already. I'll go in first. ”

“You don't have to. ”

Unlike Jungwoo, who hesitated because he was embarrassed, Yoon Lee Seol rather walked ahead.

“Can I go like that? ”

Yoon Lee Seol waved the bag in his left hand.

“When the meat is fresh, put it in the refrigerator. And I don't know if I can use this. You saw it at the market. ”

Yoon Iseol lifted the mask on his chin and looked at Jungwoo.

“My face is so small, I can only see my eyes. ”

She smiles with round eyes. Jungwoo looks at her face straight out of the mask and is dazed. What's pretty is what's pretty.

When he arrived in the yard and passed by the passenger car, Yoon Iseol carefully looked at the broadcaster's mark and tilted his head.

“That's weird. This is a culinary channel. I thought you said this was a cover story. ”

“Well, I heard it from my mother. ”

Yoon Lee Seol carelessly glanced at Jungwoo.

“I can't, but when the manager comes out like this, ”

“I'm sorry.”

“Do it right. You'll get fired.”

Her smile brightens the mood. Look at all the celebrities and the chapters. Talk like a friend.I 'd love to have a manager like this every day.

“If you get fired, you go back to your fans. It's not possible.”

“Chi. You're not a very good fan. I don't know his name, I don't know his song. They tease me because I can't find my way in the market. ”

I became a cute, grumbling, serious face.

“Lee Seol seems to be getting more and more natural. ”

Yoon Seol stopped. It was a sign of excitement, but Jungwoo's jaw gently went up to her embarrassed reaction.

“Thank you for today. Thank you for coming to such a small event. ”

Yoon Lee Seol quietly turned his head to the entrance on the first floor.

“He's our checklist friend. If I call you later, Jungwoo, please help me. If you can't afford this kind of volunteering. ”

“I will.”

“I promise.”

As you open the door, the scent of the dead soup is strongly shoved.

“Wow, that smells delicious. ”

Yoon Il-sul, who took off his shoes and went inside, lightly greeted him when he saw applause and new standards eating noodles on one side. She was wearing a mask, and they only gave each other a light glance.

Yoon Lee Seol approached the kitchen on one side of the big living room. Two middle-aged women were at work.

“Mother, this is a kind of meat. Why don't we put it in the fridge? ”

Suddenly, the young lady who appeared suddenly turned her head to the front of the stove as she closed the refrigerator door. Yoon Iseol put his hand on the mask, looking at the look of Hong Ji-suk, who is the daughter of whose house.

“By the way, I am Yo· · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Jungwoo approaches as he tries to take off his mask, grabbing his wrist and lowering it. Jungwoo, who slightly shaken his head to Yoon Lee Seol, said toward Hong Ji-sook.

“Mom, this is my friend. Don't mind me, I'm here to help you for a while. Don't ask questions, it's not a misunderstanding. ”

Yoon Iseol's eyes shook greatly, confirming that she was Jungwoo's mother. Without preparing my mind, I suddenly encountered him, but there was no change in his expression.

“Oh, Jungwoo. Bringing in all the parties. ”

Rather, the chairwoman who was doing the dishes at the sink turned her head in shock.

“Don't get me wrong. This guy is surprised. ”

Unlike Jungwoo, who actively denied it, Yoon Lee Seol stood up to Jungwoo and didn't say anything. Jungwoo told her that she needed to fix the situation quickly.

“Let's start with the luggage. ”

When Jungwoo put the ingredients that had been shopping, Yoon Yi Seol chucked them next to him and put them in the refrigerator.

Emperor Hee was close to Hong Ji-suk.

“There's two of you. It looks good.”

At this sound, Hong Ji-suk's eyes turned towards Yoon Lee Seul.

“I want my sister. Chan had a girlfriend with him earlier. You're very lucky. ”

“Don't be ridiculous. Grab a bowl. The briquettes will be back soon. ”

“Nice, temperament. ”

Jungwoo, who finished cleaning up, told Hong Ji-suk.

“Mom, we're hungry, so stop noodles. ”

“Wait, I'm almost boiled. ”

Hong Ji-sook poured a little cold water as the water boiled in a pot with noodles. When the bubble sank, Jungwoo suddenly remembered Jung, who was watching the skill of a skilled housewife who used to stir with chopsticks.

“That's right, Mom. What are you filming? Are you coming from the cable channel? ”

“‘Tasty Treatment’? I'm filming a cooking contest here later, so don't look like you're getting drunk with the locals. ”

“Mom, what's a dog? You have a visitor. ”

“I thought you said never mind. You care?"

“Khh.”

Jungwoo noticed Yoon Lee Seol, but she also didn't care much. Jungwoo laughed because it was fun to be pushed by words.

I was curious about Jung, who had heard the news about the shoot.

“Cooking competition? With who?”

When Hong Ji-sook didn't say much, he smiled widely and replied instead.

“Jungwoo, your mother is the head of our town. ”

“Mom?”

Jungwoo's eyes were startled and he saw Hong Ji-suk.

“Mom, is the TV out? Oh, my God. Should I call my aunt?”

He suddenly approached, and his palm flew off to Jungwoo singing.

“Don't make a fuss. I don't even know what station you're on. ”

“It's not just the air waves. How many people are watching it on the Internet these days. Do you know who Yoon Il-sul is? ”

“Who?”

“Oh, I don't know. That's my friend's name. Remember that."

Yoon Iseol who was listening lowered his head deeply.

After a while.

The brown hot spring water, two rustic bowls of white cotton, and sesame oil marinade seeds were on the tray. There, Yoon Yi Seol swallowed a saliva as the dish containing Kim Jang Gim Chi.

“I'll eat in the inner room. Relax. Mom, I'll eat. ”

When Jungwoo took the tray, Yoon Lee Seol followed after lowering his head to Hong Ji-suk and Emperor Hee.

Arrived at the playroom.

Yoon Lee felt like he knew exactly what the room was for when he saw the set of mushrooms on one side of the blanket.

The tray climbs onto the small table.

“Listen, even if it looks like this, it tastes good. ”

“Thank you for the meal! ”

The sheen with the fur hat and mask off began to swallow the cotton. Yoon Yiseong, who emptied the bowl that made sweat so delicious on the back of his nose, put down his chopsticks and said.

“What do we do now? ”

“Get some rest, and when everyone gets back, it'll be like cleaning up the neighborhood, preparing a feast. Do you know how to cook? ”

“Eh · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Yoon told the truth, thinking that he could not lie.

“What you can eat and what you can't. Usually, it's one of two things. ”

“Wow, that's creepy. ”

I waved my hands as I watched Yoon Yi Seol open his eyes.

“No, I'm not teasing, I'm not very good at cooking either. The ramen doesn't even hit the water, so it ignores him. He teases me sometimes. ”

“It's food. It's all the same in your belly. Is taste important?”

“That's correct.”

The two people who found empathy in the unexpected smiled. Jungwoo stood up with the bowl wrapped around him.

“Later, Lee Seol assists in the kitchen. It'll be easier than walking around with a broom. If you stand out and there are a lot of kids in the neighborhood, you won't be able to clean up. ”

“What about Jungwoo? ”

“I'm back and forth. I'll do your errands, mainly. Around four o'clock, when the shoot comes, I shrug. ”

Yoon Lee Seol pondered for a moment and nodded.

The new standard was photographing the neighborhood on the rooftop of a small building called "Longevity Recognition."

Residential homes tuck into the hillsides. The narrow alleyway beneath the eaves was small enough for only one person to pass through.

The boy, the grandmother, and the old man were walking the path with their own voices. There are not many places in Seoul where the story of time can be felt just by filming like this.

“Isn't the neighborhood so medium-sized? ”

Applause brought the coffee from downstairs to the new standard. The new standard, which received the paper cup, shook his head.

“Nice and quiet. There's a trail behind you. ”

“There were a lot of bad guys here before the park. ”

A round of coffee was handed to him, pointing to the stairs near Jungwoo's house.

“There were a lot of them. Jungwoo's father, among others · ·"

“Dude.”

Jungwoo, who just came up to the rooftop, stopped his words. Jungwoo leaning against the ledge asked for a round of applause.

“How did your date go with Ms. Lee? ”

“A date?”

When Jungwoo looked ridiculous, he stabbed him in the side like he was asking why.

“Even though Yoon Lee Seol is an angel celebrity, why did he come to this town without any merit? Because of you, you're too slow. ”

I shook my head as I shook my tongue at the remarks of the applause I never knew about the clinic. Between friends with checklists. I wanted to argue that it was more than just a third encounter.

I put all the coffee paper cups that I had drunk in the trash.

“What do we do now? ”

“Clean.”

“Here? The building's clean. ”

“No. Stir. ”

Jungwoo drew a line from one alley to the other, and Choi Seon Chan was appalled.

“You called a friend. You called a slave. ”

“My best friend who doesn't do anything like slavery. Joon has been through a lot, but now you can go to work. ”

After smiling that the new standards were okay, I focused on photographing the neighborhood.

He chuckled and said.

“I can bear to see Mr. Lee's face. ”

“You don't want to take a picture with me later? Show off again in Toxican. Do you know I'm the manager today? ”

When I asked her about it, she asked me about it.

“May I, Manager Lim Woo? ”

“No. Reject a day without celebrity makeup. You're not ready to be pretty. ”

“Shame on you!”

* * *

Yoon Lee Seol was sitting on the side of the kitchen with his eyes full of red. Tears poured down. When she sighs, she looks at the ceiling and grabs her mind, then makes a firm decision and raises her hand.

Cutting the big wave.

The work of trimming the beef tenderloin next to 50 servings of beef tenderloin was truly a cover for tears.

“Oh, it's done. ”

Yoon Il-sul glanced at the bowl filled with sliced onions. Then, my eyes continued to be spicy and my hands moved reflectively, and I was blocked by the grip of my wrist.

“An empty hand full of juice? ”

“Ah.”

Yoon Yi Seol hurriedly said, holding a moisturizing wipe in her hand and looking at Hong Ji Sook returning to the stove.

“Thank you."

“You don't have to cut it so thoroughly. No one cares what it looks like to eat it as a group. ”

“Still.”

“Are you going to trim all day? Let's get this over with and get some rest. ”

“It's okay. It's fun. What should we do next? ”

Yoon Iseol draws a crescent smile with teary eyes. Although not very good, Hong Ji-suk turned away Jungwoo's friend who was doing the focused work, pointing to the potatoes in the sink that he had put in the water.

“I'm going to fry it up, so chop me up a dozen pieces. ”

“Four!”

As Yoon Lee Seol sat at the table with potatoes, Emperor Hee who was ordering Kim Chi War laughed.

“You look like your in-laws. You're like a good mother-in-law. Sook-ja, swim. Isn't that right?”

I laughed as if I agree with my boss's in-laws who came this afternoon and the vice chairman of the Women's Association.

“There's nothing I can't do. Everyone's chatting and cooking! ”

As Hong Ji-suk raised his voice, King Hee turned Kim Chi War upside down with a chuckle.

Yoon Yi Seol felt that this atmosphere is not bad. I was fortunate that my face kept getting all red, even though I wanted to get close to Jungwoo's world.

“Madam Hong Ji-sook? ”

A station woman staff with glasses in the kitchen came in. Hong Ji-sook turns his head.

“What's the matter? ”

“A delicious treat, FD Seung-ah. I need to talk to you about the shoot. because this is a copy of the progress sheet. ”

Oh Seungah places several sheets of A4 on one side of the table.

“Just read it and keep track of what's going on. I'm right in front of you, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask. ”

The FD said this and walked towards the living room.

At 3 pm, the living room on the first floor was wandering dizzily with lights and camera settings.

Yoon Yi Seol was rather comfortable because it was a very familiar sight, but the mothers in the kitchen were sometimes fascinated by how strange it was.

“Cushion?”

I looked at the document for a long time, while reducing the stove fire and sitting on the table.

“What does this mean? BS Opening. Day, thirty · · · · · · · ·. ”

Yoon Iseol, who was slowly carving potatoes into the red spring, turned his head as if he had never heard the word Cuseath before.

“BS is a blast shot. The facilitator will talk about the opening for a minute and a half, and then use the camera to take pictures of the upper chest. ”

The voice of Yoon Yi Seol explaining it again and again turned to Hong Ji-sook's head.

“Really?"

“And you should see the cast chart, not that one. That FD kindly gave it all away. ”

I wanted to avoid Yoon Seul-suk because he couldn't find it properly even after handing over the back of the house, so I approached him and pointed out one by one.

“Here. Three fives. The theme of cooking is free. 20 minutes apiece. Oh, there's the old local referee. ”

This time, the other women in the kitchen smiled with their mouths closed, as if the good daughter-in-law was explaining something to her mother-in-law.

Yoon Iseol, who was constantly looking at the queue, looked at the rules of the match and read them immediately.

“A professional chef should cook with one of the most unlikely cooks in the neighborhood. You can use anyone. ”

“Who doesn't? Jin Hee?”

Yinghee raises her flipper.

“Oh my God, sis! My groom loves my cooking! ”

“That's why you guys are good at gold. ”

While Hong Ji-suk and the chairwoman were chattering, Yoon Lee Seol thought of himself and Jungwoo and laughed. I think if either of you helps that chef, she might win. I don't think so.

“I think we're done here. ”

“Sorry, what did you say your name was? Jungwoo said something earlier. They say," Never mind. "”

Yoon Lee Seol smiled and replied with a smile because of the question of Hong Ji-suk.

“It's Yoon Lee Seul.”

“Yes, Lee Seol. I don't know how to broadcast, so can you help me out later? I thought the wives here only looked at the cameras. They didn't sense it, like you. ”

“Me?”

It was a winding offer.

“You said you could use one more. ”

“It · · · · I can't cook. It'll only be a complaint. ”

“It doesn't matter. Homemade food is there. ”

You have to fight the experts in a hurry, and you chose yourself. Yoon Yi Seol died. If we fail like this, we won't be able to see Jung Woo.

“Oh, the atmosphere. ”

Jung walked into the yard with his broom over his shoulder, admiring the small. A station car with equipment was parked in the yard recently.

“Captain, we're done here. ”

Kim Gwang-sik, who was talking to a man in Jungwoo's voice, asked for understanding and turned around.

“Well done. If it wasn't for you and your friends, I don't know when I'd have done it alone. ”

“To help and to live. My window supervisor took care of everything. ”

Kim asked, looking at Jungwoo carefully.

“I heard you paid for pork belly. ”

“It's a celebration of employment. ”

“Jungwoo, I'm happy that you're in such a prosperous position. I thought you were gonna grow up and shit. ”

I smiled fabulously at the captain who tapped my back.

“It's been a while since I woke up. ”

I was about to go inside to see something, but the man standing next to the captain looked familiar and stopped.

Cook outfit. Conventional market.

“Huh?"

It was the man who grabbed the cod that I had chosen with all my heart.

Jungwoo was surprised, and Hyunmin nodded, smiling warmly, knowing that he recognized his fame.

“I'm a chef. Nice to meet you."

“Oh, yeah. ”

I can't believe he's having a cooking match with his mother today. Jungwoo bowed his head and entered the building feeling that the world was so small.

Hyunmin asked Kim Gwang-sik.

“Captain, do you have any recommendations? I wish I was a young man who could communicate. ”

“Hold still. You're a young man with no cooking, right? ”

“Yes.”

Kim Gwang-sik pointed to Jungwoo, who just disappeared.

“That's the one. Unlike my mother, they don't boil dirty. The rice cooker Hero who drank with us last month threw down a prize. I boiled ramen, but I don't have any soup. I'd like to translate it, but they want it in cotton. ”

The sad and absurd story said Hyun, smiling peacefully.

“If you want me to recommend one of the films later, you can introduce her. ”

“But you're being fair. ”

“That's what a fight should taste like. ”

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