episode_0019

Since ancient times, there is no child who doesn’t like playing with fire.

Look at it as evidence.

The eyes, which felt like they had been unfairly slapped, have suddenly become brighter.

‘but···.’

Even if you think back to your orphanage days, if you picked up something like a lighter somewhere, you could dominate the times for at least a week. Instead, on days when I get caught by a teacher or the director, I end up talking nonsense.

“Why? Is it interesting?”

“···.”

Even though he doesn’t answer, it seems strange to see that his gaze is still fixed on the temporary fire pit.

From his point of view, it would be like a fire suddenly bursting out in a place where there was nothing but trees. That scene might have looked like magic, or even magic.

It’s obvious, but it’s not like magic.

I just borrowed the power of an object called a fire piston, which I learned about thanks to a survival lecture I took last year.

Anyway, he lit a fire next to him as if to show off, and spoke to Jo Jo.

“Oh my gosh, my head is going to fall off, my head is going to fall off.”

It was just a little while ago that he acted coldly towards me, so being criticized in that way made him feel embarrassed despite his young age. My face, which was once white without any blemishes, turned red.

If I stop talking like this, I will have no choice but to remain as a helpless brat.

“···If you’re that curious, come closer and take a look.”

So, I pretended to be Jeomsuni and continued talking quickly, but Jojo, who had been watching me for a while, as if he was clearly curious, apart from being embarrassed, soon began to squirm in his seat and slowly close the distance.

I don’t know if it was because he was shorter than his peers and his hair was black, but his appearance reminded me of a cat that is wary of strangers.

“But don’t get too close, because it’s dangerous.”

Even the way he looked startled after hearing my next words and took a step and a half back.

I resumed work with Jojo, who had evolved from an uninvited guest to an onlooker, by my side.

“What should I do now?”

” Before I do anything, I have to mix it with oil. ”

“Then should I pour the oil into the pot first?”

“Ugh, be careful not to splash.”

Eventually, with an audible sound, the waste oil collected over the past few days began to pour into the pot. Of course, the reason I lifted my tiptoe at that timing was to check the situation inside the pot.

The funny thing was that when I stood on tiptoe like that, Jojo who was next to me also followed suit.

“Hmm… this visual is perfect…”

What about the waste water from the factory?

It’s strange… I obviously followed the recipe written down in real life, but where did the soap (gin) that should have been sticking out go and did something that reminded me of industrial waste stick out?

“Visual? What is this?”

“Oh.”

Now that I think about it, there was this guy next to me too.

“···There is such a thing.”

“Is this a visual? Hey?”

“No, this is called soap…”

“Soap? What is soap again?”

“Uh, that’s why-”

What is the Chinese character for soap? No, that’s right. Even so, weren’t you clearly in a state of being in and out with me just a moment ago?

Is a child still a child even if his temper is dirty? I was momentarily taken aback when I saw JoJo, who seemed to be unable to suppress his curiosity, and started asking me various things, but for a moment, I decided to think of it as a good thing.

Since I decided to ride Jojo Coin, there was no harm in building up a good relationship with Jojo in advance. Wasn’t that the reason I left that kind of hint in the first place when we happened to run into each other in the alley in front of my house?

“It can be said to be an item used for washing one’s body or doing laundry.”

“···This?”

If I wash myself or do laundry with this, it seems like it will get even dirtier than before. What are you talking about?

The gaze that seemed to say that, the gaze that seemed to be looking at a pathetic bastard who was talking unrealistic nonsense, was stuck heavily in the center of the solar plexus.

“···That’s because it’s not finished yet.”

Okay, so I’m going to do something like this.

···maybe.

“What are you doing? Without stirring quickly.”

“Yes? Didn’t I tell you to stir it when it starts to boil?”

“···Stirring for now.”

Just as I couldn’t bear Jojo’s gaze from right next to me, Soa eventually couldn’t withstand my grip and stepped forward, holding a rough spatula in her hand. So-ah, who rolled up her sleeves with such vigor and sacrificed her extremely thin arm muscles, attempted to summon the soap that would become the new flagship product of our Yoonga Sangdan.

“Didn’t you say that if you leave it like this, it will harden?”

“···.”

“It looks like it’s just a tableware and not hardened at all?”

I don’t know if there was a problem with the process or with the material selection, but it failed.

According to the manufacturing method obtained by searching the Internet, it was said that if you mix the ingredients well and pour them into a mold to hold the shape, it will harden on its own without any special measures. However, even though the process was followed, there was no sign of solidification.

So what was finally completed was something like a liquid monster with a black color.

Surprisingly, the smell itself wasn’t bad.

Thanks to the flower oil added at the end, there was a subtle floral scent instead of the smell of ash or oil.

However, the problem is that it hasn’t hardened at all… I don’t know if bubbles will form like this.

“Soya.”

“Hey, okay? Master?”

“Would you like to go and get some water? You don’t need much, just a little.”

“Yes…”

I thought I was going to get some rest, but was I really that happy to be taking on a new mission? So-ah left the hideout for a while, showing off her sagging shoulders, and returned with a brass basin full of water.

“Is this enough?”

“Yes, that’s enough now, let’s go and get some rest.”

First, I wet my hands.

Then, he scooped up something that was neither liquid nor solid inside the wooden frame, put it between his hands, and started rubbing it.

“···Oh.”

Still, bubbles came out.

White soap bubbles rise every time you rub your hands,

Perhaps because of a slight failure in my control, I felt that their presence, which instantly turned my entire hand upside down, was strange.

An extremely intense gaze came from the side. Thanks to this, my face became slightly warm.

“···Do you want to try it too?”

There followed a series of passionate nods, as if protesting why he was asking that now. Just like before, I scooped up a little bit of what was inside the wooden frame and sprinkled it on his small palm, and Jojo, who had wet his hand with water in that moment, began to copy what I did.

The soap bubbles rising with a swooshing sound, I guess I couldn’t believe that it was none other than my hand.

If you see that the pupils have suddenly become round.

As I was looking at that scene, a good idea occurred to me.

That’s why I put my index finger and thumb together to make a circle shape, placed it there, and then carefully blew air into it.

Transparent soap bubbles bloomed from the tips of fingers, fluttering and embroidering the air. The soap bubbles that occupied the surrounding area shone like jewels in the sunlight.

Could it be that he fell in love with the sight?

The purple eyes that reminded me of amethyst widened slightly and soon bloomed like violets. There was no trace of the ghostly eyes that Tongtung’s gang had talked about.

“Cute.”

“What?!”

One word that came out of my mouth without me knowing,

“You. It’s cute.”

At that one word, Jojo’s face turned red as if it were going to explode.

*****

Was something that happened that day at my hideout in the backyard the trigger?

Or maybe it was because his father taught him at Jo Sung’s request that he see him face to face every day.

I honestly don’t know which of the two had a greater impact… but I became closer to Jo Jo faster than I expected.

So there were a lot of annoying things.

“What are you not making today?”

“···Uh, I don’t make it.”

“Why?”

“···Are you really asking because you don’t know?”

“Yes.”

“Yay…! It’s because of you, bitch!”

What can I say?

Jojo, who regained the innocence appropriate for his age group through interaction with me, who at face value could be said to be of the same age as me, became what is commonly called Mesugaki.

For Jojo, my hideout, filled with items created through knowledge taken from reality, could be said to be a treasure trove itself.

In other words, it would be like a guy with big ears getting a booster named Zhuge Liang.

“You secretly took what I made last time as a test and made such a fuss that all the production tools and all were confiscated?!”

“Hehe.”

“Are you smiling?”

Wow, I really want to break the pot of Jojo and everything. I shouldn’t say that, right?

“But if the problem is that it was confiscated, shouldn’t you just buy a new one?”

“Amanamana… Where can I find the money…”

“You have a lot of money at home.”

“That’s my father’s money, not mine.”

Of course, since the content of the hint is the content, if you give a good reason, you should give it as much as necessary without asking too much, but really?

To be honest, it was a bit annoying.

In the meantime, I tried making this and that with the sense of playing a management game, but none of the things that were created that way could surpass the status of Hanji, which is being sold everywhere under the name ‘Yoongaji’. Because of that, the fun of having people come up with something was slowly fading away.

So today I was just going to be lazy like this…

“Then should I buy it for you?”

“What?”

“Just then, my father handed me a pouch and left, telling me to buy something delicious to eat with you.”

“Why are you telling me that now? Let’s go right now.”

What can I say?

JoJo’s family was extremely wealthy.

Our family, which has recently started making money by selling paper, seems like nothing more than a corner store.

“So, you promised? Do you want to go out with me, have a meal, and buy what you need?”

It seems like some unnecessary things were added.

···wait for a sec.

Not only do you two walk around the streets and shop alone, but you even eat together?

Anyone can see that it’s a date.

A thought occurred to me for a moment and I raised my head and looked at JoJo.

The moment I made eye contact with the purple eyes that were busy checking my reaction, my white and plump cheeks turned pink like a ripe peach.

“Why, what.”

Even though it’s a kid’s theme, it’s also snarky.