episode_0071

“Okay, I’ll be going now. Enjoy your meal!”

“Take care!”

He saw Kyle leaving the front door with a big smile on his face, and he wondered if something good had happened to her. Ray filled a pot with the well water he had saved the night before, promising himself that if she was going to see her boyfriend, he would ask him to introduce her later.

“No. If it were today… .”

Ray wipes his hands on his apron as he prepares to boil an egg. As if he has made up his mind about something, he pours the water from the pot back into the basin, then lifts his stool and takes out an iron pan hanging on the wall.

Ray wraps a towel around the handle and brings the cast-iron pan close to the roaring fire in the fireplace. He picks up a small bottle of oil and pours a couple of turns of oil over the pan. He tilts the pan with one hand to spread the oil evenly, while he picks up a hot egg with the other.

Gently shake your wrist to get the right timing, then lightly snap it. The fried egg spins in the air and lands back down, making a sizzling sound.

“Oh, that’s it!”

Ray let out a small yelp of joy. He was no longer a coward who needed the help of a steady gas flame and a smooth nonstick pan. Ray’s shoulders rose in excitement at the fact that he had finally tamed the troublesome fireplace and the crude cast-iron pan.

Ray placed a fried egg on a large plate, golden brown on both sides, then picked up a bottle of oil and poured it onto the cast iron pan. This time, he whistled and cracked two well-washed eggs with one hand and began to fry them.

It was quite surprising to him that his hobby of cooking, which he had enjoyed since his previous life, was helping him in many ways in this world. Of course, it was a bit sad when he realized that the reason his cooking skills were so outstanding was because he had to eat alone for a very long time. But what is it? For a man in this world who had the responsibility of feeding women who were out and about and children, cooking was a valuable virtue above all else.

Not only that, but there were people here who would eat the food he made, which was a big factor. Ray placed the plate of finished breakfast on the table, tapped his hands on his apron, and headed towards his bedroom where the Songrad sisters were sleeping.

As soon as you open the bedroom door, you see dolls piled up on top of the dresser. No one confesses their true feelings in vain. They must have had a lot of agony before choosing a gift, and it takes a lot of courage to deliver the result to him. He must know this, so he was quite excited the first time or two, but when the dolls and bouquets piled up and decorated one side of the bedroom wall, he started to feel awkward.

Is it okay if it’s a little spicy?

“Wake up, kids. It’s morning. You should eat breakfast.”

“Ugh… .”

“Yeah… … .”

The sisters tossed and turned. Judging from the fact that they were properly covered with the blanket without kicking it off, it seemed like they had been up for a while. Ray, who had been quietly watching the children who were still tossing and turning in bed, lightly kissed their cheeks. Only then did the children sit up.

“Sssup… Haa. Sssup… .”

Kyle walked down the street, sniffing at the faint scent lingering on her palm. She hurried her steps because she didn’t want the inspiration that had finally come to her mind to disappear before she could even get back to her lodgings.

Slosh

“Ah …

“Eww!”

As they passed the front door and around the corner, passing the building where Ray was staying, Kyle almost tripped over someone’s leg, and at the same time, the woman whose leg she had stepped on let out a scream of pain.

“Ahhh… … . I have to walk forward a bit… . My legs… … .”

A woman with an unkempt, shaggy lion’s head lay face down in the bushes, holding her legs and muttering.

“Sorry, sorry… . I didn’t know there was someone on the ground… … .”

“Ugh… It hurts… … . Ugh.”

But just as Kyle was wondering what on earth this woman was doing in a place like this, the woman whose leg had been stepped on was lying face down, sticking her head out of the bushes, staring intently at something, even though she was in pain.

As Kyle followed her gaze, he saw Ray eating a meal with his children through the window of his house.

“It hurts… … . Ah… Your beauty makes me forget the pain, really… . What kind of a man is you… … .”

“This is… … !”

Kyle, this time probably intentionally, steps on her back as she lies face down.

“Ahhh!! What, what is it!”

Naturally, the woman let out a shrill scream.

“What the heck! Perverts like you should be beaten up! It’s annoying how you’re peeping around in broad daylight!”

Kyle shouts, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him up.

“What the hell is that to you! You won’t let me go? Aaah!”

The woman resists by grabbing Kyle’s wrist, and Kyle tries to drag her away somewhere.

“You? You write letters that are so darn annoying that you don’t even get tired of them? I won’t let you come near here.”

“What? How do you know that?”

The lion-headed woman asked back. Her leather boots, stained with colorful stains, dragged on the floor as she kept her gaze fixed on the window as she was dragged away.

“Because I opened it! Everything that goes into that mailbox passes through my hands.”

Kyle said with a face like he was asking something so obvious.

“Then you are the real pervert!”

A woman yelling at Kyle as if she doesn’t understand.

“You’re making me laugh. Then I should just leave you to read childish sentences with those pretty eyes?”

She frowned as if she was disgusted by Kyle’s answer.

“There must have been some misunderstanding… .I never sent you a letter in the first place!”

Kyle stands tall in that spot. He looks back at her with a suspicious look.

“Then what did you send?”

Kyle asked.

“Picture.”

A woman who answers quickly.

“Picture?”

Kyle raised an eyebrow and asked back.

“Of course I drew these myself, with love. Let’s talk about this.”

The woman shrugs as she says that. You can see the tips of her nails, which are colored in various colors, as she holds Kyle’s wrist.

“… … What are you drawing?”

“Of course it’s that guy!”

Kyle tries to recall the woman’s answer. Now that he thinks about it, he thinks there was something like a picture among the things in the mailbox. What kind of picture was it…?

“… That naked picture?”

“Please tell me that this is a painting that highlights the formal charm.”

The woman answered in a tone that was utterly shameless. One day, Kyle, who had a hard time guessing what kind of gift it was because it was wrapped tightly in something square and flat, opened it before handing it over to Ray as usual. What appeared inside was a picture of Ray, with her bare skin exposed, looking at the viewer with her eyes wide open.

“This is… … !”

Kyle raises his fist and grabs her messy bangs. This time, he doesn’t back down and responds by pushing Kyle’s shoulder.

“Where are you going without eating?”

Ray asked his sister, who was pressed against the window and looking outside.

“I heard a noise outside!”

“Ahahaha, the two are fighting.”

Children who enjoy watching two grown women hitting each other and rolling around on the street.

“You should hurry up and sit back down. If you don’t hurry up, Oppa will eat all of your stuff?”

“Okay.”

“Just this.”

Don’t they say that it’s more fun to watch two people who are originally bad at fighting engage in a hand-to-hand fight? The sisters don’t return to the table right away, but it’s also because the outside view is fun… .

“… … I won’t eat vegetables. I’ll just eat the eggs.”

“Ahh.”

“No!”

Only then did the children return to their seats in a hurry. How does their brother always know their inner thoughts so well?

“After I finished eating quietly, I was going to go out and play with you.”

“Really?”

“Where?”

The eyes of the children who were holding the fork clumsily with their small hands widened.

“Well, really. I heard the river is frozen solid. I guess I won’t be able to go sledding if I eat breakfast this late?”

“Let’s go!”

“Yum yum… .”

He couldn’t hide his excitement at Ray’s words, and even stuffed the food left on his plate into his mouth.

“Hey hey. Truce, truce!”

A woman whose already tangled hair had become disheveled shouted while sitting on Kyle.

“Sounds like a ceasefire. I won’t let you come near here again… … .”

Likewise, Kyle, whose hair had been neatly organized, was now a mess, and he was flailing about in the air as he spoke.

“Hey, look over there for a second. This isn’t the time to be fighting or anything. ”

“Just try useless things… .”

What they saw was Ray, looking at his sisters who were eating their food in a hurry with their mouths covered in food, with an angelic expression. The slanted morning sunlight streaming in through the window made them look at the sacred figure, and they were speechless as they looked in the same direction.

“You can’t help it.”

“That’s it… … . Ahem.”

Kyle muttered awkwardly.

“But what did you do with my drawing? Did you show it to that kid?”

The woman asked, tapping her chapped lips with her fingertips.

“Would you show me?”

Kyle answers, shaking the rags on his clothes with his hand.

“Then where is it?”

“… … … in my room.”

Kyle reluctantly answers.

“Why is it there!”