My Dad Is Too Strong

Office of Crack Management Division, Seoul City Hall.

Beyond the window, as long as the clouds are floating.

Tusitala looked down in the mug placed on Dojun's desk.

A dark brown liquid with three ice cubes floating together. Tusitala smelled the Americano in a liquid, and sat next to Dojun and looked at a middle-aged man talking with him.

"You had a lot of mana during the last physical strength. I've gone up three levels......... If you go with this trend, I think we'll have enough D for the next promotion. Thanks to your hard work."

"Oh, no. If you'd just joined the guild, you'd still be a class F porter hunter. It's all thanks to your care..."

Kwon Oh-heum was a new recruit three months after he became a contract hunter for the Seoul City Hall.

Rice paddy characteristics, paddy class. Grade F, which became a hunter just because it had a mana level.

However, the reason why I was able to compare myself to next year's D class Hunter in just three months was because of Dojun's curriculum.

"Oh, and this."

Dojun opened the drawer and handed over a small box.

A box that says "man-style" in English. Kwon Oh-heum, who looks like he's giving this to himself.

"I heard your son got a job this time."

"......oh, haha. It's not even a big job."

"Congratulations anyway. You've been worried about your job, haven't you?"

"Gi, thank you so much for remembering."

As far as he remembers, when we had a whole get-together last week.

I spoke to my fellow contract hunters for pride.

Do-jun, who was sitting next to him in the opposite seat, remembered and prepared a present.

When I first came in, I heard his nicknames, "Assistant" and "FM," and I felt that he was a good person because he took care of the small things of the contract hunters and asked about their condition.

"Well, I look forward to working with you."

"I look forward to your kind cooperation. Thank you very much for the gift, officer in charge!"

Kwon Oh-heum bowed politely before leaving.

Watching this series of processes, Tuccitala felt a strange feeling.

The people in this building, Seoul City Hall, including Kwon Oh-heum, must be.

They were the weakest even against a single Newbie on the first floor of the center.

On the contrary, Dojun is a monster far beyond his imagination.

as many as

"What's the shame of you being a subordinate to the dragon and the throne of transcendence..."

Tusitala murmured inaudible whisper to other humans.

It was incomprehensible to Tuccitala that Dojun, who is called "to them" and honored, used honorific language to other weak people and was courteousness to Tuccitala.

Dojun, the king of the earth, followed the place of work because he was curious about how he was living on Earth, but now Dojun's position here was the "youngest of the team."

Of course, I thought he would reign over the earth and enjoy the hospitality, but the reality is the opposite.

If someone who didn't know the reality had seen it, he would have thought it was nothing more or less than a small citizen scattered on the street.

"Because there's nothing to be desired."

"Yes?"

He stood up after inserting the official document printed by Dojun into the final trial.

"Oh, can you go home and give this to Yong-yong? Tell him to go to the mart and get it for dinner."

I put out a note.

***

Of course, what I don't understand most is.

He's a real bad guy.

Yong-yong lies on the sofa and scratches his butt with his front paws.

Yong-yong was immersed in a morning soap opera called "Lee."

Even when scratching his butt, he stretches out his front foot to pick up a potato chip, munching and giggling.

Tusitala was never really adapted to his past, once the king of the world of mind.

Am I dreaming now? It must be a dream, right?

Yong-yong seems to have completely adapted to life on Earth.

There was no such thing as the coolness of the past, the overloading that left everyone in fear. But it was very optimistic, and it looked peaceful.

What are you looking at?

"Drama. Do you want to watch it? I'm just about to hit the charts again. The remote control...."

Yong-yong skimmed over the table.

A table with only empty bottles of cola that have been eaten up.

Scratching my head, I looked around on the shelf supporting the TV.

......why isn't it here? I'm sure he was there. You can't see it if you really try to find it.

Swing!

Yong-yong was looking in the living room.

Tusitala said.

"Isn't that the one in your hand?"

......aah.

Yong-yong coughed and went into the replay menu with the remote control.

Then I pressed the replay of the first episode, and soon the screen was fade out and the actors' faces were close-up with the title. Then there is a scene of clouds in the sky and a sparrow singing and an actress cleaning the building.

"He's the main character.

"Oh, yes...".

After a while

A handsome, stylish suit man was passing by the main character who was cleaning.

The main character accidentally flipped over the bucket he was holding, and the water in the bucket soaked the man's body.

"That man is Lim Wan-tae, the male lead. Two people have fallen in love since that bucket incident. But it turned out that Im Wan-tae was the half brother of the heroine. What's more funny is that when the male lead changes later, he was fighting with Im Wan-tae over his corporate successor. She falls in love with the heroine and sets Lim Wan-tae in a trap, and both die and the heroine joins the company.

Yong-yong smiled as if he was proud because he explained it well.

"What do you think? Sounds fun, right?"

..........

Tusitala's face hardened.

Tuccitala watched TV in a daze.

"Here's where the male lead's mother gets kidnapped." But it turns out the unsub's the heroine?

.......

Before I knew it, the time was passing 3 p.m.

The drama, which started at 11 a.m., was a regular show. Tusitala, who couldn't concentrate because Yong-yong kept giving spoilers, turned her head unconsciously, and the note she had put in the kitchen caught my eye.

"Ah!"

"Why?"

Sararak.

Fly to the kitchen and bring a note.

"Lee Do-joon asked me to pass this on to you."

After receiving the note, Yong-yong read out the message.

Pork neck, tofu, scallions...….

"I heard it's for dinner. Go to the mart and get it.

Yong-yong folded his arms.

Normally, I would have stopped by Seol Yoon-hee's mart to go grocery shopping when I got off school at the academy.

Today is the day when Seol Yoon-hee and Carthiel are away from home, so they are making themselves do it.

"Hmmm... ...what about making it?"

"Yes?"

"Dinner.

"Well, I don't really know about that.….

How hard would it be if I had to come back from working all day and make it by evening?

Yong-yong was looking at the note with his arms folded, and soon made up.

Let's make our own dinner tonight.

***

After taking a nap all day, Byul wiggled her toes in the blanket, slowly opening her eyes and raising her upper body. However, I was dozing off in my seat to see if the lingering effects of sleep had gone, and I was completely awakened by the fragrant smell coming out of the kitchen. Is Dojun here already? I'm tramping into the inner room.

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

Byul seems to be unbelievable.

Blinking his eyes, he rubbed his eyes with both hands.

Now it was Yong-yong, not Do-jun, who came and went to the kitchen.

Byul walked to the kitchen half-dazed, without saying a word.

"You're up, aren't you?"

Yong-yong's front foot, standing on a chair, had a ladle.

"Woong. Modern versus......... what are you doing?"

Make dinner. Kimchi stew. Doesn't it look good?

Moon Byul raised her heels a little bit.

I checked the contents of the pot. There was nothing wrong on the surface.

However, Byul, who had already been burned by Yong-yong, muttered without realizing it.

"Bam Lee Oh Neun Pappa, what are you doing?"

"Huh? You're not going to eat dinner? Why not?'

"Did you know the boat was gone, Mr. Pray?

Back then, the rumbling sound came out from Moon Byul's stomach.

Moon Byul was startled, saying, 'Hot!' and covered her stomach with both hands.

"I think the star is hungry.

Rumbling!

Oh. I can't hide it now.

When Byul realized the fact, she shook her head.

"Drop the rice Lee pear...…."

"Hahaha. Please wait a little longer.

Byul's emotional system was different from others.

First of all, assuming a bad situation occurred.

Byul was the first to evade. But when avoidance didn't work.

Next, I start to feel bad and angry.

"Oh, you're eating this again, aren't you?"

However, anger does not improve the situation.

By that time, Byul had reached the stage of accepting and adapting to everything.

Once again Byul looked at the contents of the pot and murmured in a melancholy voice.

"What are you doing?…."

on trudging steps

flop down on the sofa

Tusitala, who was watching the scene, said to Yong-yong.

"What's wrong with him?"

"My kimchi stew didn't taste good.

but

It will be different this time.

Yong-yong took the magic powder out of the ceiling.

***

Boiling, bubbling!

The red soup boils in the pot.

Kimchi stew with ripe kimchi, pork neck, tofu, and green onions.

On the surface, it must have been a very delicious-looking kimchi stew.

However, Byul was not fooled by the visuals because she had been victimized.

Yongyong's kimchi stew has been horribly tasteless.

However, Yong-yong, who tasted the soup with a ladle, had a smile hanging around his mouth.

Now, the delicious kimchi stew is complete.

Byul, would you like to taste it?

Flinch!

Moon Byul, who was fidgeting on the sofa, was surprised.

Soon, he walked into the kitchen in a trudging way as if he had given up.

"Should I make a god? What the hell? You little gold!"

Yong-yong nodded.

I spooned some soup and gave it to Byul.

Byul trembled slightly, and eventually accepted the contents into her mouth.

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

Moon Byul, who tasted the soup, was dumbfounded.

Then, smacking his lips.

"Ham more lost."

"Now."

Put the soup on the spoon again.

This time, a lot.

But Byul did not reject it.

Hour look.

"......this award? Why is it delicious?"

"Hoot."

"Middle me up."

"Delicious?"

"Woong!"

Star, are you hungry?

"Draw the boat!"

Byul grinned.

Dojun who came home from work.

I looked at the dinner table on the table.

Then, Byul ran out and grabbed Dojun's pants.

"Ap Bar!"

Byul was waiting until Dojun came.

A dinner table with only kimchi stew on top of white rice.

Dojun looked at Byul's expression.

Why? Byul was smiling.

"Yongyong, did you do it?"

"Yes!"

Dojun sat down at the table for now.

And look at the kimchi stew with steam rising from the soup bowl.

Byul slurpes the soup with a spoon and smiles as if she is happy.

"Delicious?"

"Me! The law kid, put in a loo. Ugh, your liver?"

Magic powder?

Dojun tasted a spoonful of soup.

"......this."

I'm telling you.

It tasted familiar.

"Oh, it tastes like kara noodles again? Sing Kihae!"

Do-jun and Yong-yong's eyes intersect.

Yong-yong smiled and raised his thumb.