My Dad Is Too Strong

Who is the coolest person in the world?

Yong-yong was able to immediately answer the question as Lee Do-joon, the master he was serving. Of course, it's not that he's "really handsome" from the outside, but Dojun's biggest attraction was the atmosphere. When I was looking at the newspaper or looking over the window at times while drinking coffee, I wanted to look like Do-jun.

What's on your mind?

The eyes that the criminal will never understand.

It is at the height of the ideal that it wanted in the past.

It is the archaeology of a man whose world is below the highest in the sky.

'It's cool.

Yongyong is.

I wanted to resemble Dojun.

***

These days, Byul often wakes up well past 10 a.m.

Originally, I opened my eyes unconditionally at 10 o'clock when Pororong started, but I woke up after hesitating for 30 minutes to an hour after learning that I could watch it whenever I wanted through TV replay.

Moon Byul wriggled on the bed and turned to where Dojun was lying. When I took a deep breath, I felt my father's smell, so I felt cozy and calming.

Swoosh.

I rolled up my blanket and raised my upper body, and I dozed off on the spot.

Rubbing your eyes and slowly coming down to the floor. Then he puts his dainty hand under the bed and rummages around, picks up something rustling and pulls it out.

It was chocolate bread, a snack that Byul likes. Moon Byul comes out of the main room munching on chocolate bread and mumbling into the living room.

And

Took.

Byul was so surprised.

I dropped the chocolate bread I was eating on the floor.

A mysterious uncle was sitting at the table staring out of the veranda window with his eyes filled with grief!

"Mo, Mall Le is all about Ah-jeo."

We've got a problem.

Is this what you've heard of a thief?

Byul sobbed and sobbed, then stopped crying, and quickly picked up the dropped chocolate bread and came up to the suspicious man, mumbling. By the way, looking closely, somehow I felt familiar. Byul looked closely at the man with her eyes wide open.

Flaming red hair, sharp eyes and dark eyebrows.

a sharp nose and tight-lipped lips. It's my first time seeing him, but it feels familiar.

"Yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi?"

Yeah, this feeling was for Yong-yong.

Yong-yong smiled.

He lifted the star up, held it in his arms, and patted him on the back.

"That's the answer."

Byul took a deep breath from Yongyong's arms.

Soon, he opened his eyes wide with astonishment.

"Ji, Jing, Za...…."

"Hoot. Surprised? Oh, no. Mm-hmm. Are you surprised?"

"Oh, that's you digging again, huh? The dragon got big."

"Yes. This is what I really am."

"Gle Ku Na. On Rae Cut lose?"

"Yes."

Polymorph in human form.

In the past, which terrorized everyone in the world.

A figure of a king called Overlord.

Byul seems to find the changed appearance of Yongyong very interesting.

I took a turn around Yong-yong and looked around.

He was definitely shorter than himself, but now as tall as his father, it was hard to see straight.

"Bam Lee Do I grow two thousand?"

"Then."

"Mamma Chou Rom?"

"It's possible if you don't eat fast, sleep early and wake up early."

"Buddhist vs. dragon yoyo, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay."

with a prick

Yong-yong coughed in vain.

I got up from my seat holding a folded newspaper on the table.

"I'm going out somewhere."

Yong-yong was about to leave the front door saying that.

He approached Byul, who was staring at him, and grabbed a 10,000 won bill in his hand.

"Carthiel, when you wake up, order food."

"Huh! Ow! Ow!

Yong-yong smiled and stepped out.

***

This is the Hunter Academy. The Hunter Academy. Doors are on the right.

Yong-yong, who got off the train, arrived at the front gate of Hunter Academy.

But why? There have been many humans talking about themselves since a while ago.

If they jerked and turned their heads to make eye contact, the man laid down his eyes and the woman chatted among themselves. Man is an incomprehensible creature.

Dangling.

Hunter Academy My Cafe.

Last time I came to the academy with Dojun.

Yong-yong, who remembered buying and drinking iced Americano from Do-joon at the cafe, visited the cafe again. Yong-yong walked to the front of the counter and stood tall.

"Oh, welcome."

Leaving the clerk's greetings behind.

Scroll through what is written on the menu.

Blendid and cappuccino were full of difficult words anyway.

But Yong-yong was not embarrassed. Because I already decided on the menu in my mind.

"Americano, a glass."

Oh, yes! Ice...Would you like ...? What size?"

"Ice. It's a big......... No, a small one."

"Yes, it's 4,000 won for an iced Americano tall."

"Wait a minute."

Yong-yong looks strict, solemn, and serious.

From the coin purse hanging around his neck, he took out a crumpled five thousand won bill folded into four and handed it out to the clerk. The female clerk thought it was unusual to call it a coin purse, so she grabbed five thousand won.

by the way

Shaking.

"......customer?"

Yong-yong's hand, which handed over the bill, was shaking.

The clerk pulled the bill with a slight strain, and only then Yong-yong let go of his hand.

Yong-yong, who received 1,000 won in change, swallowed tears in his heart. 4,000 won is a box of chocolate bread.

But Yong-yong didn't show on the outside.

"Nothing."

"......yes."

After a while.

Yongyong got an Americano.

He sat in a window seat in the corner, with a good view of the outside.

Then, he gulps down the Sacaman liquid with ice floating on it.

Stretch.

Take a sip.

"Cough!"

In a cafe with no one but Yong-yong and a clerk.

The sound of Yong-yong's cough, embarrassed by the bitter taste of Americano, spread greatly.

The clerk, surprised while cleaning, looked at Yong-yong, but Yong-yong only looked over the window with his arms folded as if nothing was wrong.

And

a rustling sound

Open the newspaper.

***

next day

Lee Sun-hye, a clerk working at a cafe in the Academy, was lost in thought by wiping a coffee machine with a towel. Having been attracted to the handsome sculpture she saw yesterday, she was secretly hoping that he would be polite again today.

'Oh! Here we go again!'

red-haired

a handsome man with an exotic face

Yesterday, I took up the courage to ask for your name.

His name is Yongyong. The name was really unusual.

"Americano, a glass."

"You're back again."

"Yes."

"Do you want ice?"

"Okay."

"Do you want the size to be Tolo?"

"Something small, anyway."

"It's 4,000 won."

After the calculation, Yong-yong took an Americano and sat in a corner seat.

Again this time, Yong-yong was all alone, and Lee Sun-hye looked at him while cleaning up. Today, Yongyong ordered Americano and read the newspaper, and sometimes looked out the window at the academy.

'That's cool.

eyes filled with grief

Sometimes after he sighed with his chin up.

Repeat lifting and releasing the Americano.

Yongyong is a man who will be back the next day. I visited at the same time.

"Hello!"

"I'm the only one here today."

"Yes! That's right."

"Order..."

"Ice Americano, Tol size, right?"

"......uh, that, that."

"It's 4,000 won."

Lee Sun-hye smiled.

The menu that I always order is fixed.

Wouldn't it boost his favor if he gently appealed that he remembered what he wanted?

Yong-yong clenched his fist, shook his face, bit his lips, and took the money out of his coin purse.

"......here."

***

That night.

After dinner, Dojun.

Yong-yong, who sighed at the moon in full bloom on the veranda, scratched his head. Yong-yong wrote down a diary every day called [Left Management Diary], and Do-jun, who saw it, knew why Yong-yong sighed.

a rustling sound

Dojun pretended to read the newspaper sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Speaking to himself, after heading to the kitchen muttering, "Let's have a drink."

I started boiling water in a coffee pot.

Boiling, bubbling.

And the one I bought at the supermarket.

I took out a stick of chocolate powder.

Soon, when the water in the coffee pot boiled down, Dojun poured the hot water along one-third of the cup with chocolate powder and whisked it away. The scent of sweet chocolate spread smoothly.

"Huh?"

Dojun made ice chocolate by floating ice.

Sitting in front of the sofa again, after a sip of ice chocolate, pretended to read the newspaper.

Naturally, Yong-yong's reaction was immediate.

Yong-yong sneaked up, poked his head over the table and sniffed at the contents of the cup.

Master, why are you drinking chocolate?

"Huh?"

"You used to drink Americano.

Yong Yong-yong, who looks quite embarrassed.

Dojun said with a serious look, holding back his escaping laughter.

"Sometimes I drink chocolate, too."

Like it's unbelievable.

Yong-yong, who was blinking with his mouth open.

Smiling broadly, his tail fluttered.

"I see!"

Dojun said, looking at Yong-yong's slimmer coin purse.

"So you've filled up your notebook, haven't you?"

"Yes!"

"Now."

Put a 10,000 won bill in your wallet.

in a stiff note like a new one

next day

Lee Sun-hye went to work with a light step.

The cafe was opened from 8 a.m. for instructors at the Academy who went to work early and sought coffee.

After selling coffee to instructors at the Hanbatang Academy and taking a break for a while, the new Ethiopian Yegachev brought out coffee beans.

"You'll like it, right?"

Until this time, he used Colombian suprimo, the popular bean.

Today, I prepared unusual coffee beans for Yongyong.

He seemed to be a coffee enthusiast, a coffee maniac with the scent of berries, flowers and strong acidity.

Dangling.

'He's here.'

Lee Sun-hye stops her movements and runs to the counter.

He greeted Yong-yong with a smile, holding his hands together politely.

"Welcome."

"Yes."

Unusual as usual.

There was a big smile on Yong-yong's mouth.

Is there anything good going on?

"Ice Americano, Tol size, right?"

I've ordered like that for three days in a row.

I'm sure it'll be the same today.

However, Yong-yong shook his head.

"A large ice chocolate one."

"What?"

Did I mishear you?

Lee Sun-hye asked the question again.

"Ice chocolate, are you sure it's big?"

Yong-yong nodded.

He handed over a stiff 10,000 won bill from a coin purse hanging around his neck.

an unusual use of handing over money smoothly

"......why, why? Didn't you always drink iced Americano?"

Yongyong is.

said with a serious look.

"Sometimes I drink chocolate, too."