episode_0051

“Mi, Mirae, do you have to sit in this position?”

A lake park located near Istiti. We sat at the top of the walking path, spread out the Chuchu mats we had bought a while ago, and sat around happily.

Yes, it was a very ordinary picnic. I thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to kill time like this.

Until the future leaves an empty space and sits on my thigh.

“Yeah. Mom doesn’t like it?”

“No, before we even consider whether we like it or not… .”

Can’t you just answer ‘No’ to the question ‘Do you hate it?’?

Knowing this fact well, Mirae and even Hannayeon sometimes use the word ‘You don’t like it?’

“Aren’t you ashamed of the future?”

“I’m not embarrassed at all?”

Everyone passing by whispers and laughs, but you don’t feel embarrassed at all?

Is our daughter wearing an iron mask?

I’m not saying that future displays of affection are bad, but I wish they’d at least be more selective about where they go.

“Miss Mirae, please avoid doing anything that draws attention. Since this is a rare outing, I would like to spend it quietly if possible.”

The chairman, who is so future-oriented that it could be said that his only weakness is the future, has rarely restrained himself from the future.

Then, feeling his insides burning, he sips the barley tea he brought in a thermos.

You went out of your way to help me.

“I’ll hug you when I get home. Future is good, right?”

I gently hugged the future waist to get a taste and buried my face in her back. The warm scent of sunlight wafted from her knit. For a moment, I thought it was okay to endure the embarrassment and stay like this.

Why is her waist so thin? Did I feed her less? Our heights are now about the same size as each other, but her waist seems much thinner than mine.

“… Okay.”

Finally, I hugged her tightly and released her arms. Mirae reluctantly got off my thighs, muttering something in regret.

As the future aegyo time ended, silence came into the subtle atmosphere.

“Ah… um… the weather is really nice!”

“Yeah.”

Me, Narin, no. If you bring up the weather, it’ll just get more awkward… .

Narin tried to smile and open her mouth, but Hannayeon cut her off with her characteristically dry voice.

Well, it was my fault for hoping for a lively atmosphere with this combination.

A person who lives a life of self-pity, living a life of luxury, and who does not engage in any external activities other than work.

A person who is not agitated by anything except cooking and chewy things.

Narin, sitting between the two women, looked at me with a face that looked like she wanted to cry.

“Chairman, you’re wearing a suit today too. Aren’t you uncomfortable?”

After vividly feeling that burden, I decided to start by targeting the chairman.

Even though Hanna Yeon was originally like that, there was nothing she could do, but the chairman saw room for improvement.

“There were no clothes to wear.”

But was the topic chosen wrong? The chairman responded with a slightly embarrassed tone and closed his eyes tightly.

If you give up here, you’re not a pro. This is the time to demonstrate the skills you’ve developed over the years as a receptionist.

“Then, shall we stop by the department store later? We can look at the chairman’s clothes and have dinner at a good restaurant if we find one.”

Making plans for after the picnic.

“Hannayeon, how are you? Do you need anything?”

Naturally, he brings Hanna Yeon into the conversation.

They say that a dog in a village school can recite poetry after three years. Even Iharu, who spent his school days without a single friend, was able to do this much after becoming a receptionist for four years.

Oh, let’s leave Hanna Yeon out of the discussion since she ran away to France in the middle.

“Hanna Yeon… ?”

Did the fruits of these efforts not reach Hanna Yeon? Hanna Yeon was staring blankly into space as if she was thinking of something else.

“Hanna Yeon, over there, Ms. Han Na Yeon.”

Only after crawling and waving her palm in front of my eyes did Hannayeon suddenly wake up and focus on me.

“What were you thinking?”

“Not really… .”

Hannah Yeon’s trademark ponytail swayed along her flowing hair.

For some reason, I feel like I want to catch it just once… .

“Going to a department store. Who doesn’t like that?”

When I asked for their opinions, barely calming their trembling hands, they all nodded their heads without saying anything.

So that’s the big deal. What do we do now?

If you think about it, the receptionist doesn’t bring up the topic first. They usually treat the hero in the manner described in the manual, and if the hero brings up a story during that process, they usually try their best to answer it.

The moment I realized that fact, I became dumbfounded.

“Uhhh… Uhhhh… .”

He wiggles his eyebrows and agonizes. It’s still too early to eat kimbap… No, isn’t there a rule that says you have to eat kimbap at lunchtime?

“Chairman, have you had breakfast?”

“… Not yet.”

“Uh…Why didn’t you eat it?”

Although I was worried about skipping a meal, I was also a little happy. Then I could eat kimbap!

“I used to be the type to keep in touch… .”

“There is a difference between eating less and not eating at all.”

He smiled brightly as he pulled the lunch box that had been pushed aside to the center.

A whopping four-tier lunch box.

First of all, the top floor, the 4th floor, has Chef Hanna Yeon’s regular kimbap. Its features include a neat, machine-made appearance and eye-pleasing colors.

And on the third floor, the lower floor, there is tuna kimbap made by a housewife with 17 years of experience.

The size and even the distribution of tuna and rice were random, so it looked a bit odd, but the combination of perilla leaves and tuna mayo was like a guarantee of taste. Unless you intentionally ruined it, it could never fail.

The remaining layers are filled with fruits and snacks. In fact, I filled them up because I had nowhere to put snacks, but I put in the best chocolate snacks that I selected, so you can look forward to it.

“Okay, then let’s start from the top floor!”

Drumroll please… Ta-da! I opened the lunch box with that same feeling.

Kimbap lined up, cut into bite-size pieces. I took a piece of wooden chopsticks and offered it to the chairman. The chairman hesitated and picked up one of the kimbap.

I heard directly from the chairman about his sense of taste. He said that he had suffered from extreme stress since his older sister passed away, and that he had lost his sense of taste as a result.

Fortunately, he said that his condition has improved considerably now, but the chairman’s sense of taste is still peculiar.

“Okay… Yes… . Did you say chef?”

“That’s right, a round of applause for Chef Han Na-yeon who worked hard to make this! Clap clap clap!”

“Wow, wow… .”

Clap… Clap… Clap… .

Narin was the only one clapping.

The chairman was eating another kimbap with an ambiguous expression. The corners of his mouth were still tightly shut.

It was really delicious when I ate it. In my personal opinion, compared to the famous Parkgane Gimbap, Han Na Yeon’s Gimbap was superior.

“Then I’ll take you next time!”

Without panicking, I lowered the compartment containing Hanna Yeon’s kimbap.

If I were to tell Hanna Yeon that the chairman’s standards are strange, it would only feel like confirmation to her.

“This is what the future made!”

“No… .”

Before he could say, ‘What are you talking about?’, he shut Future’s mouth.

It doesn’t really matter who made it. What matters is how the person eating it feels.

“… How is it?”

But a lie is a lie. I swallowed my saliva and asked, feeling unnecessarily nervous, and a small change occurred at the corners of the chairman’s tightly shut mouth.

“That’s how much one day’s sheep made.”

Smile. The answer to Kimbap was a faint smile.

“Uh, how did you know?”

“You’ll know when you taste it. It’s well made. It’s good enough to sell.”

The praise continues. The corners of my mouth twitch as well.

“It’s too much praise, but… I’ll accept it gratefully. Eat well, sleep well, and drink the beverages.”

This is the confidence of a housewife with 17 years of experience. A cooking novice who has been cooking for less than 10 years cannot even look at her.

“Did you see? You were nagging me for putting too much tuna in the morning.”

“The one you put in too much of has already burst.”

Perhaps her pride was hurt, Hanna Yeon glared at me.

“I… My sister’s kimbap tastes a little bit better… .”

Narin, who is eating a piece of kimbap and whispering to Hannayeon, frowns at me as if she is apologizing.

Yeah, yeah. It’s so nice that sisters get along so well.

Woohoooo …

I smiled happily and signaled that I was okay, but then I felt a vibration in my pocket.

Is there anyone who can call me on the weekend?

Mirae, Chairman, Hanna Yeon, and Narin. There were four suspects, but all four had alibis.

There’s no way my neighbors in the countryside would call me.

[Tachibana Serika (Future Friend)]

When I checked my phone, I saw that it had Tachibana’s number, which I had exchanged with him last time.

I think it was said that it was in case there was a danger to my safety in the future. I remember exchanging it in a somewhat rushed manner right before we broke up.

“Honey… .”

“Yes, yes, it’s you! It’s Haru’s wife!”

A lively voice full of friendliness. If it were normal, I would have been taken aback by the close distance, but perhaps because I had been breathing in the still air for so long, I was more than happy to see him.

“You’re kidding. What’s wrong?”

“Tachibana… ?”

Mirae, who was eating the kimbap I made next to her, frowned.

“Nothing else… Sister, where are you?”

“Uh… You came on a picnic with Mirae?”

Although I wasn’t used to being called ‘sister’, I didn’t hate her sad attitude. I couldn’t spit in a smiling face.

“Picnic…! Did you go on a picnic without me… .”

Were we close enough to go on a picnic together?

I suddenly felt a surge of doubt, but when I thought that it was something said to the future and not to me, I was able to understand it right away.

“Ugh… If you have time, do you want to come?”

Add Tachibana to this member….

It might not be so bad, surprisingly. The future will be much more comfortable if you have friends.

It was a suggestion made with that in mind, but Mirae, who was listening from the side, looked at me with her eyes wide open.

Is this a sign of joy or of horror?

At first glance, it looked like he was asking, ‘Are you crazy?’

“Don’t come. You don’t need it.”

It seems like it was more of the latter. Mirae snatched my phone away from me and hung up the phone.

“Well, you’re already here. But isn’t it too much to say you don’t need it? We’re friends!”

At the same time, the voice I had been hearing on my phone just now came from behind me.