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They say that when you see something delicious, your mouth starts watering. Well, it’s nothing more than that, you can just swallow it all.

If you open your mouth even a little without realizing it, saliva starts flowing.

Like Hamshik now.

“Ssup, hehe, hamshik-ah. Does it smell good? It must be so delicious!”

I tore off the clothes I had hastily made and wiped away the drool that Hamshik had spilled. Since he was going to make new clothes to wear after taking a bath anyway, there was no need to feel sorry about it.

Was Hamshik embarrassed that he drooled, or did he just not think about it?

When I wiped her mouth and chin, she quickly turned her head and went over to sit next to Narin’s feet.

“Why are you here? My sister is going there too. I’ll put it in a bowl and eat it right away. It’s just been made, so it’s okay even if you don’t heat it up.”

Yes, in the end, I couldn’t resist bringing out the food. The source of this delicious smell was the vegetable tripe that Narin had packed.

It was okay when it was packaged. It was in an envelope so the smell was faint.

Hamshik was also quiet on the way home, but when the oily food that had just been fried was put in the bowl, the smell quickly became so heavy that Hamshik ended up drooling.

My mouth was already watering. If Hamshik hadn’t started drooling first, I would have.

The vegetable tripe was divided in half and placed in two bowls. Narin placed it on a plate and took a transparent blue bottle and a shot glass with her.

And as he strode towards us, Hamshik followed Narin and ran towards her.

A tray full of delicious smells descends from the sky, like a UFO carrying aliens.

Oh, I think there was a game or movie a long time ago where chubby aliens came to Earth in flat spaceships.

The vegetable tripe is also very soft. It’s oily, and you can also see things like perilla leaves, green onions, and cabbage.

“Okay, this is called vegetable tripe. Oh, is it your first time trying it, Na-min?”

“Yes. It’s like alien food!”

So I said exactly what I was thinking. After all, it was a food I had never eaten in my past life due to health issues.

I don’t know about when I was young, but after I was diagnosed with cancer, I only ate healthy, tasteless food at home, and in the military, only healthy food was served.

But isn’t vegetable tripe also a healthy food? It’s oily, but oil isn’t necessarily bad for your health. Plus, it’s also rich in vegetables.

“Ahaha, it does look like an alien. This is gopchang. It’s chewy and delicious. Well, if you stir-fry it, most things will taste good.”

“The smell is so good that it makes my mouth water.”

“Right, it smells good. Ahaha, Hamshik must have been really hungry.”

Before Narin could finish her explanation, Hamshik rushed to the bowl containing the tripe.

Then, even though it wasn’t hot, he quickly picked up the tripe and put it in his mouth.

Is it just because it is not easily cut, unlike the nuts, meats, and rice I have eaten so far?

Hamshik immediately put a piece of tripe in his mouth, munched on it, then took it out of his mouth and tried to tear it with his hand.

However, perhaps because the intestines are such a resilient material, they just kept stretching out and Hamshik couldn’t tear them off properly.

How long can the distance between the mouth and the hand be? Hamsters are sad creatures to begin with because their arms are short.

Even if Hamshik stretched his arms out in front of him like that, it wouldn’t be able to stretch much, and even if he tilted his head back and lowered his hands, his intestines would only stretch a little.

In the end, Hamshik, who couldn’t put anything in his stomach and whose pure white hair on his chin was covered in red seasoning, got angry and pulled the tripe out of his mouth and slammed it on a tray.

Narin looked at the sight as she poured a clear drink into a small glass and burst into laughter.

“Ahahaha, I guess I should cut this out. Just a sec.”

Narin went straight to the kitchen and got a pair of scissors. She gave us each a fork and used the scissors to cut the tripe that Hamshik had thrown away into thirds.

“Can you eat this size? I guess I should keep cutting it while eating it.”

“I’ll eat well!”

“I’ll eat well too. Because I bought it with the money Narin earned.”

“Ehehe.”

Today, I ordered takeout from an ordinary restaurant. If I had a lot of money, I would have a chef at home and ask him to cook for Na-rin and Ham-sik. And I would also ask him to make my portions small and fancy.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that vegetable tripe was tasteless. I’ve never had it in my past life, and it was the first time I was eating it in this life.

The tripe was slightly spicy enough not to hurt my mouth, and it was chewy and fun to chew in my mouth.

The oily and rich seasoning that came out with every chew. As if the smell wasn’t an exaggeration, the tripe showed off its presence in my mouth.

Even though Narin cut one piece into three pieces, they were just big enough to fit in my mouth.

If I were the same size as Narin, I would have to eat a fistful of tripe to feel this abundant happiness, right?

After all, small is best. I can keep eating it by stuffing it into my mouth.

When the meat gets too greasy, it’s fun to stab some vegetables with a fork and eat them. Stir-fried cabbage with a crunchy texture, or perilla leaves that rinse your mouth with a unique flavor.

Well, I can see some peppers, but they look spicy so I don’t want to eat them.

There are noodles in it too. Since I was eating a lot of different things, I wanted to try the noodles this time, so I pulled out a strand and sucked on it, and the noodles just kept coming.

Hurururururururuk. In the end, I couldn’t put the whole thing in my mouth, so I stopped in the middle and slurped down the noodles that were in my mouth.

This was less oily than the gopchang, but the seasoning soaked into it was so good that it made me laugh. It was so delicious.

I felt my cheeks rising without me realizing it, and as I continued to chew the food in my mouth, I glanced to the side to see if Hamshik was eating well.

Hamshikdo’s cheeks were swollen and he was eating the tripe diligently.

No, now the expression ‘eat up’ is not enough. I think the word ‘destroy’ would be more appropriate.

It wasn’t like that before, but is it true that Hamshik is a big eater and a gourmet at the same time? Or was it that he was so disappointed that he couldn’t put the tripe in his mouth earlier because it was too big?

Unlike when I eat other things before, I really felt like I was eating in a combative manner.

“Do hamsters originally use forks…? It would be nice if they did.”

Narin looked at us happily and drank the beverage in the transparent glass.

A gluttonous ham-eater might be curious to know what it is, but it also smells incredibly chemical.

The drink that Narin drank alone was a ham-sik that she didn’t even look at.

I didn’t drink in my past life either, so I know what that is. I also knew why Narin was laughing and blushing.

That’s alcohol. It’s the drink that my father and mother used to drink in their previous lives when they were happy or having a hard time.

I don’t know if it’s because it tastes good or because it makes you feel good when you drink it, but anyway, since Narin is smiling right now, isn’t it because she feels good that she’s drinking it?

As expected, there was important information on the USB. I was able to work hard with it and not get scolded by my manager.

So, taking advantage of the moment when Narin was in a good mood, I pretended not to know and asked her.

“Narin, what is that? I don’t think it’s water.”

“This? It’s called alcohol, and it’s the kind that makes you feel tipsy when you drink it.”

“Can I drink it too?”

I couldn’t drink it in my previous life because I was sick. But since I couldn’t do it in my previous life, I really want to try it at least once in this life.

So when I asked, as expected, the kind Narin was troubled.

“Um, I’m big and an adult so it’s okay for me to drink it. But I’m not sure if it’s okay for you, Nami. How old are you?”

“Uh… …. I don’t know! Should I count it as one year old?”

“One year old… … . Then you absolutely shouldn’t drink it. It doesn’t seem like you have the body to treat one year olds like us. Hmm, what should I do.”

Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol. But neither I nor I know whether I am a minor or not.

Putting aside the fact that I’m small, my body type isn’t that of an adult, but I’m not a baby either.

I don’t know if this is what my species looks like when they grow up, or if this is how they were born.

So, after thinking about it for a while, Narin dropped a drop of alcohol on her chopsticks to make dew form.

“Want a taste?”

“Yes, I like it!”

It’s just a drop of dew, if I drink that, it’ll be like drinking a glass of soju for Narin.

So, I took a sip of the alcohol hanging from the tip of my chopsticks. I had a strong feeling that I wouldn’t feel good if I drank it.

No, it’s bad. Just use it. The smell is too toxic. It smells just like the medicine they used on sick rats and birds over there.

“Ugh. It’s not tasty. That’s why you didn’t even look at ham food! You’re so cruel that you don’t even tell me about it.”

Hamshik couldn’t speak, so he couldn’t tell me even if he wanted to. I just grabbed Hamshik’s back hair and shook it.

Of course, Hamshik ignored me. He hadn’t expected a reaction in the first place. He was too busy eating the tripe to care anyway.

I played with the fork again, thinking I should eat more before Hamshik finished it all. I held it long and stabbed at what I wanted to eat, then pulled the fork back short and put what was hanging from the end in my mouth.

When the plate was half empty, Narin muttered.

“Ah, it’s so delicious. If I mix rice here… … . No, I’ve already exceeded the calorie limit. Hold on, hold on… … I can’t. Namin, Hamshik. Should we mix rice here and eat it?”

“I like it!”

Right. I had an idea while cooking rice. I was trying to make a sculpture with rice earlier this afternoon.

I think I should set aside a grain or two because steamed rice is easier to handle than hard rice.

They said there would be extra food, so Hamshik didn’t refuse it either. Instead, he waited quietly, showing superhuman patience, until Narin finished mixing the rice.

You want to eat deliciously, you rascal. Hamshik is smart as expected.