My Dad Is Too Strong

Hakase was baking fish-shaped buns today as usual.

The heat from the fish-shaped bun machine is greeted by the scorching sun.

Of course, this heat didn't hurt the great dragon.

Still, it was a bit painful to keep getting the heat.

"Mr. Man, I'd like three bungeoppangs, please!"

Hakase, who used to bake bungeo-ppang like a machine with no soul.

I raised my head thinking that the number of customers would have decreased by this time.

Soon I fell into despair.

"......my goodness."

If we had more customers than before, it would have been better, but it wouldn't have decreased!

Now, three hours have passed since we started of business.

The money box was already filled with more than 100,000 won.

As the days go by.

word-of-mouth customers

Hakase's Bungeoppang has already become a popular restaurant in Bangbae-dong.

Naturally Hakase was unaware of the fact.

"... ...wants to rest."

I thought I'd just shut the door.

I had an appointment with Dojun.

Above all, some people came by car for more than an hour to eat a piece of this bungeoppang, so I couldn't close the door.

"Mr. President, I'd like two slushies and six bungeoppangs, please."

tooth gain

Tilt the kettle containing the dough, and the thick dough is immersed in the fish-shaped bun mold.

I hated myself for reacting to customers' requests even though I wanted to rest.

Hakasseh, with his eyes wide open, thought he'd just take a day off.

That doesn't mean I'm completely off, but I decided to leave the store to someone else.

Then who should I leave it to?

***

The house is in a mess.

Shoes rolled around the front door.

The sofa's leather was torn as if someone had eaten it, and the fluff had sprained out, and there were water spills and toys all over the floor.

a chaotic situation in a word

"What happened to this?"

Back home, the master clenched his fist and said in an angry voice.

That was weird. Who the hell did this! I swear I've never done this much, but I was framed.

Lord, Master! Calm down! This isn't what I did...…

"Is there anyone else in this house who would do this besides you?"

"Oh, come on! It's unfair!

Tears welled up.

Why, he didn't do it himself.

Does the owner scold him without knowing anything?

"Lord, master." I'm not......... Ugh!?

Boom boom!

Yong-yong rolled out of bed and woke up.

Yong-yong slowly began to open his eyes, wiping away his tears.

He rushed out to the living room and checked the house.

A glossy living-room floor, and a well-organized shoemaker's closet, as always.

The sofa is as well managed as a bird.

Phew. That was a dream.

To flop.

Yong-yong sank on the floor and breathed a sigh of relief.

How did you dream of such a dog?

How good would it be if you dream of eating a lot of galbi jjim?

Swoosh, uh,

Look at the wall clock.

The current time is 10 a.m.

Yong-yong plucked up the veranda curtain and enjoyed the morning air.

And turn a little to the right, looking where Hakase is doing business.

"......there isn't."

Hakase was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh, that's right! You said you were taking a day off today.

The important thing is.

Bungeoppang should be open all year round.

I remembered Hakase's request to take care of things instead of today.

All of a sudden.

The refrigerator contained the flour dough and red bean paste that Hakase had put in last night.

***

Hakase was resting in his nest.

In fact, even if it's a break, it's not just a lazy nap.

It was about studying or experimenting with mechanical engineering, which he liked to his heart's content.

With the recent launch of the bungeoppang business, this side has been automatically neglected, and today I was going to relax and conduct an experiment.

Sweep.

Hakase's hand, which was drawing a blueprint, stopped.

Then he jumped out of his seat, shook his head and sat down again.

In less than five minutes, he gets up again.

"Oh, no. Hakase. Today is a day off."

Why does the fish-shaped bun bother me?

Hakase clap his cheeks! He straightened his mind with a loud beating.

Recently, when he started to sell bungeoppang, he was able to see himself continue to worry about the new menu of bungeoppang, which was wrong.

"This is my main job. I'm not a bungeoppang merchant."

It's just one day off.

Next day, I'll go back to my daily routine.

Nothing was wrong until then.

Besides, didn't you leave your business to someone you trust?

"......can you believe it?"

In the past, Isoas in the heart.

I was really close to perfection.

A thorough perfectionist who won't tolerate a single mistake.

I'm a little hesitant to ask you if you're doing the same recently, but the essence is great anyway.

***

How to make bungeo-ppang was simpler than I thought.

First, pour the kettle with the dough into the fish-shaped bun mold.

After putting the red bean paste on top of it, cover the dough and bake evenly.

It's really easy enough for Byul to do.

Chuck.

Put well-done bungeoppang on the shelf.

Already, 30 bungeoppangs were arranged on the shelves.

But why don't we have any customers?

"Ang."

a thunderbolt

Yongyong eats bungeoppang.

I pondered over the reason why no customers were coming.

First of all, I had to make sure that customers could see at a glance that they were selling bungeoppang.

scribble paper

After writing something on a piece of paper with a meteoric marker.

Attached to the front of the bungeoppang machine.

Business Hindida Three Thousand Words

No.

X to the number 3, and instead put '4'.

It's kind of a service.

"Why isn't it coming when it's so delicious?"

I'm sure Hakase said they're in line from the morning.

People just glanced as they passed by, but did not buy it.

Over time, the weather began to heat up in earnest.

"I'm sure there's a star.

Carthiel went out early to investigate the center with Ann.

Anne said she was observing the core through the relics of the heart.

Did he catch something with it?

After a while.

"Bungeo-o-bang ah-jeo-shi-ya!"

"Hakase? Hakase where?

"Bam Lee. Bungeo-o-bang-ah-jee-jee-jee-jee. Bungeo-bang Palm Ne-da."

Byul doesn't buy fish-shaped buns.

He seemed to be in a good mood as if selling it himself was interesting and enjoyable.

I also saw you making bungeo-ppang and you did a good job imitating it.

The taste was pretty good.

Actually, the taste comes from the dough and red bean paste made by Hakase.

"Do they sell fish-shaped buns over there?"

First guest of the day.

a little after lunch time

The guests came quite a few times.

But maybe it's because I ate too much while making bungeoppang.

The red bean paste has already run out.

However, his income is only 18,000 won.

Considering Hakase's usual income is over 100,000 won.

Even if they received less red bean paste, they earned too little.

Yong-yong scratched his head and rushed home as if he had a good idea.

***

I was in a hurry.

I left Byul alone.

Yongyong messed up the shoe rack a little on his way home.

Such a thing was not seen now.

Search the refrigerator for something to put in a bungeoppang stash.

Sweet potato mousse, strawberry jam, cheese, peanut butter, leftover chocolate pie, buldak sauce... ...

Yong-yong put everything in the duffel bag and watched it.

And as he tried to rush out, the duffel bag snapped at the table.

Beep, bam!

Only after Yong-yong left the gate, things that had been shaking on the table poured down.

***

I make bungeoppang with things I brought instead of red bean paste.

Anything that was in the fridge to fill the income.

Some bungeo-ppang is sweet potato mousse, and others are strawberry jam, cheese, peanut butter, etc.

These really go well with the bungeoppang.

"What about humans? Because they like spicy food?"

Stretch.

Yongyong put the buldak sauce into the bungeoppang.

As it was getting golden brown, the spicy scent spread around.

Moon Byul, who had been absent-minded, began to shed tears.

"This is my prize."

As if Byul is okay.

I tilted my head, wiping my tears with tissue.

Why am I crying when I'm not sad?

Perhaps he doesn't know what the cause is.

"That's enough.

Soon enough, more than 50 bungeoppangs were filled on the shelves.

"Delicious! What's in it?"

"I'm strawberry jam."

"I... ...cheese? It tastes like peanuts, too."

It was already past 4 p.m.

The special bungeoppangs made by Yongyong are.

It sold like hot cakes to customers.

Naturally, sales went up steadily, and although it was less than 100,000 won, it filled about 80,000 won.

"Now let's clean up and go home.

"Woong. Your arm is going to fall."

Swoosh, uh,

then

In a back alley.

The tall man was looking this way.

A suspicious man wearing a chae-mo, dark sunglasses and a mask, and a coat even in the middle of the summer.

The man came up carefully while he was looking at this side of the other side.

"Oh, my new yo!"

The last guest was greeted by Byul.

While looking at the back of high school students walking with bungeoppang in their hands, the man was surprised to see the phrase "four thousand won" attached to the front of the bungeoppang machine.

"Do you give four for 1,000 won?"

"Woohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?"

Hakase, who was trying to ask why they had a discount.

Soon he stopped asking questions and put out a thousand won bill.

Strangely, there were only four bungeoppang left.

But why? The color of the bungeoppang is going to suck.

Crispy.

Hakase took a big bite of the bungeoppang.

Well, it's probably made from the red bean paste you gave me, so I know the taste.

No, it was an illusion.

"Huck! What is this!"

It was spicy. That was too.

If you look inside, red soup was flowing.

Hakase quickly took out the 1,000 won bill and gave it to Byul.

"S, give me a slushie!"

Yong-yong yawned and replied.

"Slassie was too difficult to make. Hakase."

with Hakase blinking eyes

I took off my sunglasses and mask.

"How did you know?"

"Wow! Bungee-uh-bang-ah-shi-shi!"

***

Karsiel was in the center all day today.

The centerpiece I looked at with Enne was simply dangerous.

Especially, Simgye, who was seen by , was surrounded by powerful men, and according to Angne, there is a struggle for supremacy.

an iron fist

Carthiel raised his foot slightly.

After entering the password for the door lock, I went home.

"......why is it so messy?"

Shoes were placed in disorder on the porch.

Besides, the living room was even more of a mess.

Feels as if the wind had swept away.

Things on the table rolled around the living room floor.

With a sigh, Carthiel sighed.

I thought we'd clean it up before the little master came.

He brought in a dry mop and began to wipe the floor.

then

an iron fist

The door is open.

Dojun, who was supposed to be working at City Hall, came in.

Dojun looked into the chaotic house, and his eyes crossed with Carthiel, who was cleaning the floor.

Hiccup!

Carthiel was embarrassed and hiccupped.

With a passionate wave of hands, he stammered.

"Lord, master. This, this isn't my, this isn't what I did. When I got home, I was like...…."

Dojun nodded.

She's not the type to lie, so she cleaned up when she cleaned up, not the type to mess up.

"I know."

Leaving the words behind.

Dojun went out as it was.