My Dad Is Too Strong

Even the exterior is ceramic-coated to clean the dishes, and it's very convenient to fry an egg because it doesn't stick without cooking oil.

Home shopping was advertising a set of brand pots, frying pans and other cooking utensils.

"......."

Seol Yun-hee looked at the advertisements with her chin in one hand.

I thought it would be nice to buy a new one, maybe because the cooking utensils I'm using are a little old.

All of these configurations are available for 550,000 won.

The problem was the low price.

It was too expensive because it was a brand and a premium product.

550,000 won is a very large amount for her.

It wasn't that I didn't have 550,000 won in hand.

I hesitated to buy a new one because even the current cooking utensils were useful except for the old ones.

Even so.

"......I'd like to have it."

***

Byul has a problem.

Last night, Seol Yoon-hee kept saying she wanted it when she saw a home shopping ad.

They were used for cooking, but they were too expensive.

Byul opened her coin purse with a picture of a chick and scooped out the coins.

"Yong yoyo ah. Barbar?"

Show 100 won coins to Yongyong.

"This is 100 won. I've got seven."

"Yes."

This time, it's a 500 won coin.

worth five hundred won coins

It's a huge coin you can get by doing five good things.

"I go for 500 won. Both of them?"

"Yes."

"How long is he going?"

"1,700 won."

Byul looked sad when she heard Yong-yong's answer.

The stars were not very good at arithmetic, but I could see that they were far below 550,000 won at least.

A short clip.

Byul started putting the coins back in her wallet.

I zipped in my precious coins.

Moon Byul was taking a walk with Yongyong.

I didn't feel very good today.

then

There was a poster in Byul's eyes.

A poster posted in front of Bangbae 3-dong Community Service Center.

Byul walked to the poster and slowly read the letters.

"Woo Li Dong, my sajin, my new yo. Sir Pooh Jim, Pooh Mild de Lim Nida."

The list of prizes is attached with the picture.

And Byul's eyes widened as she was looking at the picture.

Because the product from the place where it says "Excellent Prize" was a set of cooking utensils that Seol Yoon-hee wanted.

Swoosh.

Yong-yong approached Byul's side and read the poster.

"Hey, this is!"

as a prize of encouragement

I gave 1kg of steamed beef ribs.

***

That day, dinner.

It wasn't hard to get a camera.

Nowadays, smartphones are basically equipped with cameras.

However, Yong-yong and Byul didn't have smartphones, but they decided to use the Space Tab instead.

"Look. If you press here like this, the picture will be taken.

Click!

I launched the camera-shaped app on the desktop of the Space tab.

Yong-yong takes a picture of Do-jun reading a newspaper.

Byul looked amazed at the photo of Dojun in the space tab.

"Like this."

"Woong."

".........."

Dojun stopped reading the newspaper for a while.

Touching on the space tab, I looked at the two children chattering.

Sometimes when I see people talking about 'excellent' or 'pot' or 'beef braised ribs.

I guess he's thinking of taking a picture and submitting it to a contest or something.

'Aha.'

Dojun suddenly remembered the poster on the bulletin board in front of the community center in Bangbae 3-dong.

The photo contest is held by local organizations such as the Bangbae 3-dong Residents' Self-Governing Committee.

That's all I could think of when I thought of Byul or Yong-yong's radius of action.

Moreover, I was convinced that the best prize was a pot set and the encouragement prize was braised short ribs.

***

Choi Chil-hyun, who works at the Bangbae 3-dong Community Center, said:

He is a new administrative official entering his first year this year.

His job is to do miscellaneous work.

He was also in charge of two organizations: the Residents' Self-Governing Committee and the Bankers.

[Please take a picture of my neighborhood.]

A photo contest proposed two weeks ago at a meeting of the residents' self-governing council.

in the name of contributing to the development of Bangbae 3-dong

We held a small contest by collecting budget-assigned activity subsidies and own funds.

Maybe it's because the best prize is an expensive refrigerator that costs over 2 million won.

Quite a few people were applying.

"Mr. Choi Chil-hyun. I'm taking the contest."

"Oh, yes."

A government official who issued the documents shouted at Choi Chil-hyun.

When entering the community center, the first thing the civil petitioners face was the civil service team, which helps them issue documents, so most of them were being guided by civil service officials.

"Huh?"

I heard you're going to register, so I came here.

It was a girl in sight.

A severely young, three- or four-year-old girl.

"Dr. Injection. Who's taking over?"

"That cute little lady there."

"Yes!"

Rub your eyes again and check again.

No matter how much I washed my eyes and looked for them, there was no guardian around.

I just had a dog with me.

"Little boy. Are you going to sign up for the contest?"

"Woong."

"What about your parents?"

"Ambar is fresh and raw fish. Mamma Hakyo Goddda."

".........."

Is it okay to let such a young child wander outside alone?

Choi Chil-hyun scratched his head and wondered what to do.

At this point, I suspected that she might be lost.

"Mr. Man."

"Huh?"

a voice heard from somewhere

It's not something a little child spews out.

Where is the source of the voice?

"Give me a quick application form.

If you look down.

The puppy was talking.

"You didn't even eat.

"Hey, you're talking. How could a dog...…."

First, I handed over the application form.

Submitting a photo with a brief personal information is the only application.

Byul who read 'Only residents of Bangbae 3-dong can participate' at the top.

I was blankly looking at the column telling me to write down my name, address, and date of birth.

"Yong yoyo ah... ..Do you... Joe...…."

"Can't you write this down?" Give it to me.

After a while.

"Here you go."

Choi Chil-hyun accepted the application form from Yong-yong.

"Then I'll be back after taking a picture.

Jiying

The automatic door opens.

Choi Chil-hyun, who was watching Yong-yong and Byul going outside.

I checked the application submitted by Yong-yong.

"......8000 years old?"

Choi Chil-hyun sighed.

***

Click!

I took a picture walking down the street.

I took pictures every 3 seconds and stopped for a while to check the pictures.

There was only one photo for the contest.

You can take a lot of pictures first and then choose a good one later.

"Byul."

"Woong."

a short break

Yongyong bought Byul an ice cream.

Byul was licking the ice cream with a smile.

"Do you like your mom or dad?"

"You both lose. Aah."

You have to pick only one.

Moment

Byul seemed to have a brain freeze.

I stopped eating ice cream and thought about it.

"Ambar."

It was Dojun who brought us to Earth.

If it weren't for Dojun, I wouldn't have met Seol Yoon-hee, Yong-yong and Karsiel.

You may not have even tried the bungeoppang.

"Come on."

Even though it is midsummer, a man in a white gown can be seen.

a handsome young man of 190 centimeters tall

Every time a young man passed, people's attention was focused.

"Hakase."

At Yong-yong's call, Hakase looks back.

There was a large plastic bag in Hakase's hand.

It's the red bean paste and flour pack needed to make bungeoppang.

I bought enough from the mart every morning for business today.

Click!

Yong-yong photographed Hakase looking back.

"Dear Isaas?"

"That's a good picture."

"What's that?"

"This? Braised Short Ribs."

"Yes?"

Hakase tilted his head as if he didn't know what to say.

***

A week later.

Choi Chil-hyun looked at the photos one by one.

Even though only residents of Bangbae 3-dong were allowed to participate.

Some people seem to have writers who specialize in photography.

Some really high-quality works have been found.

"Hmm."

The pictures that I took so well that I can't wait to see them.

"......wow. This is great, too."

Bangbae Station intersection.

Maybe it's lunch time, but office workers with employee cards around their necks are walking through the streets.

But the photo's focusing contained one person.

A handsome exotic-looking young man holds a bag in both hands as if he had been grocery shopping.

as if to capture the daily life of foreigners

It was impressive to see that it was in contrast to the streets of Korea and well integrated into Korean society.

"You're a statue of praise."

The award-winning works decided by the votes of the residents' self-governing committee, the head of the Dong, and the staff who organized the contest.

"......Oh, but that's a waste."

The award-winning work was only possible for those registered as residents in Bangbae 3-dong.

Choi Chil-hyun sighed with sadness, recalling the little girl and the dog who applied for the contest a few days ago. There was no proper personal information, no phone number.

"It can't be helped, but is it a fail?"

but

Let's look at the next picture.

"You are the prime minister."

It was a photo taken by a professional photographer and a showdown for the top prize.

Choi Chil-hyun smiled at the picture without realizing it.

"Oh, come on..."

***

Seol Yoon-hee felt good.

It's no different, because the set of cooking utensils I saw in the home shopping ad a week ago was at home!

In addition, the source of these cooking utensils is a prize from Yong-yong and Byul's photo contest titled "Please Take a Photo of Our Neighborhood" held at the Bangbae 3-dong Community Center.

In other words, it's free.

"Really, how could you...…."

Seol Yun-hee hugged Yong-yi and the stars tightly.

It's not just because I got a set of cooking utensils.

Because it was so lovely that he tried so hard for himself.

"Don't, don't......... Don't breathe on...…."

"Argh! Let go!"

then

Dojun who came back home.

Karsiel walks out and sends him off.

"Welcome. Master."

"Yes. How are you?"

"Yes, but it's in my hand...…."

Dojun had braised short ribs in his hand.

And Yong-yong, who smelled it, escaped from Seol Yoon-hee's arms and ran to Do-jun.

"Kiyo-oh!"

Yong-yong smiled with a gentle tail.

Oh, my. Are you here?

***

next day

On the bulletin board of the Bangbae 3-dong Community Service Center,

The winners of the contest were displayed with the title "Friendly Pictures of Our Neighborhood." There were many photos besides the best, the best, and the encouragement awards.

Today as always.

Hakase bought fish-shaped buns for the opening of the business.

Hakase poked at the people gathered on the bulletin board and looked at the photos.

"Ugh. This is me."

With black plastic bags in both hands.

The look of looking back at someone.

Naturally, the source of the photograph was Yongyong.

"......but you didn't win."

You said braised short ribs.

"Huh?"

In Hakase's eyes.

somebody's work came in

"Hahaha!"

It showed Yong-yong and Byul holding a space tab and taking pictures.

In the name of the winner.

It said Lee Do-joon.