#113. Results. 21
The representative asked curiously.
“What kind of noble person are you?”
Park In-hyeok's face, thinking of Woojin, took on an even deeper smile.
By talking about acting from the perspective of a synesthete and observer, I was able to capture the character more clearly.
Moreover, the criminal he had caught had committed a heinous crime that shocked the world.
Woojin pushed it all onto himself. No, it felt like he was setting the table for himself and even giving him a spoon.
“He is a noble person who created a turning point in my life.”
“So who is that?”
Park In-hyeok smiled faintly.
“It's a secret.”
At that moment, a knock was heard outside and a person came in.
He was Park In-hyeok's manager.
“Sir, Inhyeok’s interview time is almost up… … .”
“Yeah, I’m sure they’ve been waiting with bated breath, so you can’t be late. Do your best and come back.”
Park In-hyeok bowed his head slightly to the CEO and left the office.
“Okay, take another look.”
The manager handed me a pre-interview script.
The questions and answers were written down in full.
Park In-hyeok, who was quickly flipping through the content since he was already familiar with it, waved his hand as if he had lost interest and asked the manager.
“Brother, when you’re in your 20s, you probably want to have a car, right?”
“Is it only for those in their 20s? The romance of adult men is always about taking a car. But why? Change the car?”
Park In-hyeok nodded with a faint smile.
“Because I want to pick a sports car.”
“With what?”
"well……."
Park In-hyeok got on the elevator and thought of Woo-jin again.
It was to match the car that suited Woojin.
He usually looks innocent, but when he focuses on something and puts it into action, it's like…
Oddly sexy.
And what it looked like when the criminal broke down the front door and entered… .
'highbinder…….'
Park In-hyeok said with a hollow laugh as if he had made a decision.
“I think red would be good.”
Compared to what I received from Woojin, I could spend that amount of money without feeling any regret.
“Red is nice. Inhyeok, you’re really not hurt anywhere, are you?”
“Oh, bro, I’m really okay. So don’t worry.”
* * *
Woojin, standing tall in a large mart, was looking around to see what he wanted to do.
And I moved to the place with the fewest people.
There was a tasting corner, and an employee was grilling tteokgalbi.
“Come in. Try it. It’s really delicious.”
Woojin used a toothpick to cut the tteokgalbi into pieces slightly larger than his thumbnail and brought them to his mouth.
“Isn’t it delicious?”
Woojin nodded slightly while chewing the tteokgalbi.
The first phrase, "It's really delicious," was intended to provide a placebo, and the phrase that followed, "It's delicious, right?" was intended to make the customer feel sorry by giving meaning to the fact that they ate it, and to induce a purchase.
An unconscious strategy to make sales, either trained by your boss or voluntarily.
Of course, it could simply have been to show off a taste.
Woojin said.
“It tastes so good, can I eat a little more?”
"sure."
This time, Woojin didn't just pick one, but put two on the toothpick and brought them to his mouth.
“Buy now and get one free because we’re having a sale.”
Woojin nodded.
“It’s Flex day today, but please give me just one.”
So Woojin walked around the tasting corner intently.
After walking around like that for 10 minutes.
Woojin rubbed his stomach.
“It’s ready to eat.”
It seemed like my stomach was bloated due to the influence of leptin secreted from fat cells.
Woojin, who had finished what he wanted to do to his satisfaction, started packing up various things to make food for his family.
So I came home and checked the time.
3pm.
When Woojin said he was preparing dinner, the family agreed to go home by 6 o'clock.
Woojin put down the groceries and put on the teddy bear apron he had purchased.
And then I started getting my hands dirty making food.
“Oh, right… … .”
He raised his head and muttered as if he had forgotten something.
“At times like this, you have to hum.”
Woojin started humming along to the rhythm.
“Three bears in one house~♪”
“… … ·.”
“Papa Bear is~♪ fat… … .”
Woojin, who was cutting carrots, stopped for a moment and blinked.
“Why is Papa Bear… … .”
Woojin shook off the thought and started humming again, as if he didn't need to worry about it.
Woojin's humming and the sound of food being prepared filled the kitchen.
The sunlight streaming in from outside the window gently enveloped Woojin.
* * *
By the time 5:30 PM rolled around, Woojin had almost finished making the food he had planned.
At that moment, Woojin's head turned towards the front door.
Woojin's feet quickly moved to the living room. Then he jumped and lay down on the sofa.
The hand that picked up the remote control and turned on the TV went limp and both eyes were closed.
Tiring-
Crunch.
“Mmm~ It smells delicious!”
The person who came in from outside was my younger sister, Bomi.
Bomi, who was smiling at the smell of food, noticed Woojin who seemed to be sleeping and immediately closed her mouth.
And then he smiled again and said in a small voice.
“Even your sleeping brother is pretty.”
Bomi carefully pulled the remote control out of her brother's hand as if it would slip out at any moment, as if she didn't want to wake him up.
And the moment you try to press the power button.
“My brother isn’t sleeping.”
Bomi looked back again and saw Woojin lying on the sofa.
He had his eyes closed and looked relaxed, as if he was really asleep.
Bomi couldn't help but laugh in disbelief.
“Dad, you’re not sleeping. Is this what you wanted to do?”
Woojin opened his eyes slowly, raised his upper body, and scratched his head.
“How did you know? You noticed because I’m not your father… .”
Bomi shook her head and laughed.
What should I say, it's absurdly fun?
Every time my brother did this, I couldn't help but laugh.
“Honey, what did you do to make it smell so good?”
“This and that. The main dish is sirloin steak.”
"steak?"
“Yeah, I knew a place that sold aged steaks. I bought them there.”
“Brother, did you know you could do that too?”
“It’s my first time trying it, but I think it’ll taste good.”
Bomi lifted one finger and shook it.
“If it’s something my brother made, it’s 100% delicious. I think it can’t help but be delicious.”
Even if the first dish my brother made didn't taste good, I was confident that I would enjoy it.
Because it was food my brother made.
So Bomi helped Woojin put the plate down on the table, and when she got home, her mom and dad couldn't help but open their eyes wide.
“Woojin, did you do all this by yourself?”
Dad made a fuss and threw a joke.
“Is this going to break my legs? Is the table okay!? Huh? It feels like I’m at a restaurant? Hahaha!”
The table was neatly laid out with japchae, butter-grilled abalone, pancakes with minnows, burrata cheese salad, and even some sour dongchimi that we had at home.
“Go ahead and wash up.”
Woojin seasoned the sirloin with salt and pepper and placed it in a frying pan with olive oil.
The meat was held in place with thread to prevent it from losing its shape.
I also added onions so that the onion flavor could be subtly infused.
For texture, I first cooked it over medium heat for 1 minute, turning it over four times.
And for texture, I made the outside crispy over high heat, then reduced the heat again, closed the lid, and waited for 3 minutes.
Mom looked at the sight with satisfaction.
When Woojin first came back, I was really worried, but it was great to see him adapting so well.
“Woojin, is there anything Mom can help you with?”
At his mother's words, Woojin smiled faintly and shook his head.
The words of my family always seemed to sound like a gentle song.
“It’s okay. It’s almost done, so just wait a moment.”
After 15 minutes, Woojin's family was able to sit around the table.
“Thanks to our Woojin, we are able to enjoy such luxury. Come on, Woojin, would you like a drink too?”
Woojin did not refuse his father's offer of soju.
One by one.
Woojin politely accepted the drink his father poured for him.
“Okay, done.”
Mom and Bomi held water glasses, and Woojin and Dad held soju glasses.
“Ugh… … .”
My dad drank the soju in one gulp and cut the steak.
The plate containing the steak was also topped with onions, ripe cherry tomatoes, and asparagus.
Mom, Dad, and Bomi started cutting.
however.
The meat was cut with a smooth motion without even moving the knife a few times.
The color inside the meat was evenly spread with a light pink color, and Woojin had cooked it to medium well.
Bomi, who had brought the steak to her mouth, looked at Woojin.
“What? Where did you go?”
"huh?"
“I put it in my mouth, but the meat is gone.”
“Why is this so good… No, no! My son is also incredibly good at cooking.”
I was going to compliment it for being delicious even though it didn't taste good, but it was so delicious that I forgot all about it.
The meat was really tender and juicy.
“Honey, are you going to cooking school without telling me?”
"delicious?"
Bomi, who had been chewing on meat, closed her eyes and shook her head.
“It’s really delicious.”
“Try something else too.”
My father, who was tasting other foods, shouted out loud.
“My son can open a store! There’s nothing his son can’t do! Hahahaha!”
Mom, who was surprised by Woojin's cooking skills, also smiled happily.
“Woojin is much better than his mom.”
Woojin shook his head.
There were many delicious things, but nothing in the world could compare to the food my mother made.
The way my father looks at me.
And the smile that Bomi is making.
These were things that nothing in the world could match.
The food was delicious and the family seemed happy.
Woojin was eating a delicious steak and filling his stomach, but he also felt something else filling up.
It was a feeling of fullness in my chest, not due to the hormones secreted as food went into my stomach.
* * *
When the meal was over, my mother got up, rolling up her sleeves.
“Mom will do the dishes.”
“Mom, I’ll do it.”
Woojin finally stopped his mother and Bomi from getting up from their seats.
Woojin, wearing a teddy bear apron, insisted that he would cook and finish the food himself.
Dad, who was looking at the sight with pleasure, sat on the living room sofa and rubbed his stomach.
“We ate so much thanks to our son!”
Just then, my dad received a phone call.
“Oh, Yongseok. What about meat? Hey, if you want to call, you should call early. And I can’t eat just any meat. My palate is sophisticated, so I can’t eat anything that isn’t cooked by my son anymore.”
Dad started bragging to his friend.
“I thought my son was only good at studying, but he’s a chef! He’s a chef! You know him well, right? And what about my son’s face!? How handsome is he!?”
Bomi, who was looking at her father, wanted to scream.
'Oppa, you made a movie too! Synesthesia! Tell me about that too!'
But, Woojin said that his parents might worry for nothing, so he had no choice but to keep it a secret.
So Woojin made a clattering sound while washing dishes in the kitchen.
“Woojin, just do it roughly. Just do it roughly.”
At his mother's words, Woojin responded like a parrot, "Yes," "Yes," but there was no such thing as a vague answer.
[Breaking news. Do you remember the incident from three years ago where a child was kidnapped and locked in a warehouse? The perpetrator, who was transferred to a general ward due to severe self-harm, has escaped and is missing… … .]
Dad flinched and quickly changed the channel.
Dad, Mom, and Bomi's gaze quickly turned back to the kitchen.
Woojin, who is turning off the water in the sink,
He was shaking his hands… thump… thump…
