Chapter 61 : Invader of the kitchen

“I’ll borrow the kitchen!”

Having claimed the kitchen, Yoobin laid out the ingredients she had brought and skillfully began to prepare the food.

“The kitchen is my space now! Don’t come in, it’ll be a bother!”

What kind of concept is that?

First of all, this house belongs to So-eun, you know?

Anyway, Yoobin, unlike So-eun’s mother, wouldn’t let us touch even a single cutting board or dish.

It seems she has some kind of belief or persistence about her cooking.

“She’s really an interesting person.”

“Didn’t you mean to say a strange girl?”

“If you’re going to say that, unnie is quite unique too.”

I have nothing to say to that.

Since it wasn’t appropriate to go into the room, and it was boring to just wait, So-eun and I sat facing each other on the living room sofa and had a sudden conversation.

After ten-odd minutes, a fragrant smell of food began to waft from the kitchen.

The time felt not that long, subjectively.

“What’s this smell?”

It was a mixture of seafood and meat cooking.

Just how elaborate of a dish is she making?

I called her to give her side dishes, so why is a fantastic cooking stage suddenly starting in our kitchen?

The result soon came out, and what greeted us at the table was a setting that felt like we were at a restaurant.

“It’s pork neck steak and chili seafood pasta.”

A family restaurant is still a restaurant, isn’t it?

It’s roughly that kind of feeling.

“I made this pickle myself too!”

A pickle with a mixture of cucumbers, carrots, and radishes.

The crisp and fragrant vegetable smell is extraordinary.

She even makes things like this herself.

She really loves cooking.

But then a question suddenly arose.

Both So-eun and I eat seafood, but I know there are quite a few people who don’t.

I wondered what kind of confidence she had to prepare something like this.

“Yoobin. Shouldn’t you ask if anyone can’t eat seafood before serving it?”

“Huh? Can’t you eat seafood? That can’t be right? There were a lot of seafood dishes in the list of foods you’ve eaten on your mukbangs.”

“Ah.”

Come to think of it, So-eun is almost in charge of my meals, and that scene has been shown on broadcast quite often.

So she could have distinguished between the foods we can and can’t eat by watching that.

I suspected that she came without any thought, but it wasn’t just that she was reckless.

She did have some thoughts.

I see her in a slightly new light.

Come to think of it, I tend to reveal a lot of things on the broadcast, so it’s not strange for someone I don’t know to know me well.

Especially for Yoobin, who watches the broadcast over and over as the editor of RuffiTube, it wouldn’t be strange for her to know me very well.

‘Somehow, it’s a bit embarrassing.’

Someone I don’t know well knows me well.

It’s a strange feeling.

Anyway, the meal started like that, and surprisingly, or perhaps predictably, Yoobin’s skills were as good as her love for cooking, and we were able to have a very satisfying meal.

‘I’d want to marry her.’

Of course, I held back from saying that joke out loud, not knowing what kind of counterattack I might receive.

Yoobin is a level 1 danger in my mind.

Still, since I got a delicious meal, I should give her some praise, right?

“Yoobin, you’re really good at cooking. Do you cook often?”

“Not really. A single person can only eat so much at once, so I can only make side dishes that are okay to keep for a few days. I can’t make 5 servings of a dish that doesn’t taste good unless you make a lot at once, and then eat it for five meals in a row, right?”

“Right, right. It’s a headache for us to order delivery because of the minimum order amount, you know?”

So-eun and I combined don’t eat 2 servings, but many stores have a minimum order amount of 2 servings or more, which significantly narrows down the menu choices.

It’s not like I want to eat the same thing for two meals in a row.

“Then should we get together sometimes and eat together? We could form a gourmet alliance. We can decide whether to cook or eat out each time.”

So-eun suddenly made an interesting suggestion.

Why is she suddenly using formal language?

Thinking about it, I realized the shocking fact that So-eun is younger than Yoobin.

Is that little Yoobin, with her baby voice and short stature, the unnie?

Is So-eun, who is a handspan taller than me and has a sexy voice, the younger one?

The world is a scary place.

It’s a big mistake to believe only what you see.

“Really? That sounds perfect!”

“Speak informally, unnie. It’s too uncomfortable to hear formal language from someone older.”

“Then shall we both drop the formalities?”

“Yeah! One year difference is perfect for being friends, right?”

“Then to me too—.”

“Jin-ah unnie, you can’t!”

“Hey, I can’t? Why?”

“Jin-ah unnie is sacrosanct! Because you’re precious!”

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

“Will you stop creating a weird cult?”

“This is my belief! I can’t give it up even for Jin-ah unnie!”

“I, I see.”

Somehow, I failed to get Yoobin to speak informally to me.

Although I’ve been speaking informally to her for a long time.

‘Well, a six-year difference can be a bit burdensome.’

If someone six years younger than me spoke informally to me, I wouldn’t be comfortable. I’m thirty-four, six years older would make me forty.

So, let’s understand.

“But why is Yoobin unnie living alone? What about your family?”

“My father is on a business trip overseas, and I don’t have a mother.”

“Ah.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. She passed away as soon as I was born, so I have no memories of her, so I don’t miss her.”

So she had such a painful past.

Could it be that Yoobin’s obsession with my breasts is a compensation for the mother’s love she didn’t receive?

“So why are you, So-eun, living alone?”

“For me, it’s because of tax issues. If I own a house but don’t live in it, there are too many taxes to pay.”

‘This nasty rich girl!’

She’s the homeowner, so I expressed it as politely as possible.

I didn’t know it was for such an economic and practical reason.

I didn’t know even though we’ve been living together for over a month!

“For me, it just, uh, happened that way.”

Since both of them told me, it would be strange if I didn’t say anything.

But I didn’t want to go into the messy details, so I vaguely glossed over it.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to!”

“Yeah. You don’t have to talk about difficult things.”

They’re both such considerate and good kids.

The connections I’ve made since becoming this body are all kind and friendly, so precious…

That guy’s face briefly came to mind, which was unpleasant, but anyway, I’m very satisfied in terms of connections.

I feel like Yoobin is a bit dangerous, but today I feel like I’ve learned a little about the story behind that strange taste.

A young daughter raised by her father alone, isn’t that an environment enough to make someone a little unusual?

‘Still, it’s a bit strange that she became a person obsessed with breasts.’

She’s not a bad kid by nature.

That’s what I thought, and I felt like I understood Yoobin a little more.

Although that understanding almost disappeared when she said she wanted to hug me as a fan and buried her nose in my chest, sniffing.

It’s a good thing the air conditioner was on full blast.

Since I didn’t sweat, she probably only smelled the fabric softener from my clothes, right?

The understanding I had barely gained felt like it had dropped slightly again.

She’s definitely a bit strange and dangerous.

[Author: ColdBrothInTheNoodleShop]

[Title: Is it just me or is the host’s silver hair a concept? I think it’s a wig.]

[Content: It doesn’t make sense that there are no sightings of a silver-haired busty girl living