Reading books gives you more experience! 50
After finishing filming tomorrow’s cooking king, Jong-seok attended the company dinner.
“Eat a lot, Jong-seok.”
Kang Sung-soo smiled and put pork belly on the bowl.
“Thank you, but the quality of the meat here is good.”
“This place tastes the best near the station.”
As Kang Sung-soo said, pork belly was of great quality. So it was delicious just by dipping it in salt.
‘As expected, good ingredients make it delicious by itself.’
When Jong-seok had a good time eating pork belly dipped in salt, Ko Su-yong approached and whispered to Shafran.
Sunny said to Jongseok, looking at the meat plate as if she was sorry.
“Oppa.”
“Huh?”
“I’m coming.”
“Already?”
Ko Su-yong smiled and said, looking at Jong-seok, who was already wondering how long he had been here.
“I have to go because the kids have a schedule. Thank you for today.”
“I hope they’ll do well and go get their autographs later.”
“I’ll send you tickets for the concert if my kids go well.”
“Okay.”
When Ko Soo-yong took Shafran with him, Sunny waved her hand for the last time and left the store.
Jong-seok, who was watching Shafran go for a while, woke up after eating a few more pieces of meat.
It was good to eat for free, but in fact, I was bored here. Adults are spending time drinking and talking, but I have nothing to eat but meat.
It was fun to see them when they were in Shafran, but now they’re trying to get up because they’re not.
A glimpse!
Jong-seok, who looked up at the people who sat down, slipped on his shoes.
I thought it would seem rude to disappear without greeting, but I didn’t think I had to say hello because I wasn’t even close to him.
‘If you have something to say, I’ll call you.’
With that in mind, Lee An-na, who was eating on one side when Jong-seok went out in his shoes, slipped out of the way.
“Hey.”
At the sound of calling himself, Jong-seok looked back.
‘Ianna.’
Jong-seok, who saw Ianna, pointed his finger at him.
“Me?”
“Yes, you.”
“I don’t think it’s me.”
“I called for you.”
Jong-seok opened his mouth as he looked at Ianna, who raised his finger at him with a frown.
“Oppa.”
“What?”
“You’re a high school senior and I’m a high school senior… It’s not you. It’s not you. It’s you. Call me Jong-seok oppa.”
“Crazy.”
Jong-seok, who was staring at Lee An-na as if he was talking nonsense, turned his body and moved his steps.
At the sight, Ianna hurried after him.
“Hey!”
“….”
The sight of Jong-seok walking away without a reply made Ianna hurry to block him.
Sweep!
However, her behavior was wasted by Jong-seok bending his knees slightly and then bleeding.
As if a soccer player was leaning back on the defender, Jong-seok, who turned down Ianna in an instant, moved back and left the store.
In that look, Ianna came out after Jong-seok again.
“I have something to say!”
“I don’t talk to a naughty boy.”
“What should I pack?”
“The one who can’t call my brother oppa and talks down to me is the one who’s rude.”
“This is really…”
“If you have something to say, put on a rag and talk to him.”
Then he glanced at Ianna, who Jong-seok was chasing, and began to run.
Ianna frowned at the sight of Jong-seok disappearing in an instant.
What’s so fast?’
For a moment, Ianna clenched her fist while looking at where Jong-seok was.
“I won’t lose next time.”
***
On his way home, Jong-seok got a call from Kang Sung-soo.
I had something to tell you, but it’s already gone.
“I came first because I thought you were drinking.”
Well, you must have been bored because adults are only drinking. All the idols left.
Kang Sung-soo then talked about what he called.
I’m not sure and I’ll have to edit it, but I think today’s shooting will come out well.
“Really?”
Yes, before Children’s Day, if you put them on the show and gain some recognition, you’ll get some ratings.
“Then are these kids in Sharp’s entertainment show?”
Even though it’s hard to handle only them in a big program. I think we can get the teams on the show.
“Good for you.”
They need to be well-known so that my program can work. So tomorrow’s cooking king’s ratings come out and if it becomes a hot topic, it might be a regular program.
“Are you calling to fix me?”
We haven’t even left the pilot yet, but we’ve been talking too much about it. If tomorrow’s cooking king is officially organized, I would like to ask you to appear on the first episode again.
“First episode?”
I think the winner of the pilot should appear in the first episode to connect to the program well. I know it’s too much, but could you just think about it?
Since he is a senior in high school, he seemed sorry to ask him to appear on the show again.
“If it’s a regular program, when will it be?”
Well… it’s hard to schedule an entertainment show.
“Then I’ll think again.”
Will you? Fine. Then take care and come to the broadcasting station next time. I’ll let you get a bunch of celebrity autographs.
“Okay.”
Jong-seok, who made the phone call with it, nodded.
If it doesn’t overlap with the CSAT, it will be fun to go out again. And if I go out, Sunny’s going to be a professional one more time.”
Jong-seok liked Sunny. Should I say it’s my brother’s heart to see his cute sister rather than a woman?
So I wanted Sunny to do well. And if you’re a rookie idol, it would be nice to show your face on TV once more.
Jong-seok came inside when he arrived home thinking that.
“I’m home.”
“Good work on your son’s broadcast.”
“Yes! I won.”
“Oh! Well done. So the show is Children’s Day?”
said Jong-seok, who nodded to his mother.
“In a few days, they’ll pay for the show and deposit the prize money.”
“How much?”
“Fund of 850,000 won and prize money of 5 million won.”
“My son made money and he’s all grown up. My mom will keep it well and I’ll pay for it next year.”
Jong-seok, who laughed at his mother’s words, took a shower and came out.
“What about Bob?”
“I ate there. Now! Let’s massage.”
“My son must be tired, too.”
That’s what I said, but my mom and dad were lying down waiting for a massage.
Jong-seok, who smiled at his parents, lightly warmed up his hands and began to tap on the bodies.
“Yes! It’s cool.”
“This is also an addiction. If he doesn’t answer, he’s sicker.”
“I know.”
Jong-seok opened his mouth when he saw the two getting a cool shot.
“I thought of a menu at today’s cooking competition.”
“You’re still doing well. Why do you have to increase the menu?”
“I didn’t mean to increase it either, but I thought it would be good because I didn’t even have much work.
“What is it?”
Jong-seok explained to his mother’s question.
“You know the ice cream cone they sell on the street for 1,000 won.”
“What they sell at the zoo?”
“Yes. But it’s not ice cream on the cone, it’s just mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes for sale.”
“Will that be all right?”
“Today, a kid mashed sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, mixed butter and cheese, and it tasted good. I think it’ll suit young people and children’s tastes and it’ll be fine.”
And the most important thing is that it doesn’t take much of a hand. You just have to scoop it up and put it on top of the cone.
In addition, in summer, you can put it in a place like a slushie machine and make it cold and sell it.
“Then shall we try?”
Jong-seok nodded as his father seemed to be thinking positively.
Jong-seok, who hit his parents’ bodies, entered the room and wrote a diary in his experience book.
Jong-seok nodded at the article in the experience book.
It’s a fun experience, so I gave you a lot of experience.’
I thought I would not get much experience by winning the cooking king of tomorrow.
The writer of Jong-seok’s cooking experience had won several cooking competitions.
Therefore, it was expected that the team would not get much experience from winning such a cooking competition.
“In fact, it was fun today.”
They’re not my favorite celebrities, but I’ve seen them, and I’ve seen broadcasting stations.
And I met celebrities and gained experience in networking. At this rate, it was successful to go to a cooking competition today.
***
Jong-seok, who finished first in mid-term exams at the end of April, was having a little normal time.
Just like a high school senior, I go to school early in the morning, eat lunch, study again, and come back home.
The snack bar is now fully established, and its business is well-established as it is rumored to be a famous restaurant in Taejin-dong.
And the potato corn that Jong-seok suggested sold well. Especially, female guests liked potato corn.
The sweet and soft texture is what female guests like.
Since business is good and my son’s grades are good…
There were some small chairs in front of the snack bar. Dad has given some chairs somewhere for the guests to rest.
And the local ladies were sitting there talking to their mothers.
“My son. I got first place in my school for this midterm as well.”
“I wish Jong-seok’s mom was there. My son is good at studying and in good shape.”
“By the way, what is Jong-seok doing exercising? Health?”
“No, I guess I just do some exercise on the roof every morning.”
“I envy you, anyway.”
“Who knew Jong-seok would be a big brother?”
Mom smiled and went into the snack bar and brought out some potato cones.
“Eat these.”
“Ice cream?”
“I’m saying it’s our new potato cone this time. Jongseok made this, too.”
“Really?”
At my mother’s pride, the women ate potato corn and said,
“Good. Soft.”
“Right. It’s a mixture of potatoes and sweet potatoes.”
“But why potato corn?”
“It’s too long for a potato cone. So just potato corn.”
“Did Jong-seok name it, too?”
“Yes.”
“I’m envious to see the virtue of my child already.”
My mom laughed at the women’s words and ate the potato cone.
“By the way, house prices in the neighborhood seem to be going up these days.”
“Our neighborhood?”
“Yes. I heard that the mall over there has already changed its owner.”
“Why all of a sudden?”
“Why…”
The old lady looked at the snack stands and nearby houses.
“It’s because people come to see the paintings.”
“How much people come to raise house prices because of them?”
“I don’t know that. Anyway, a little climb seems to be right.”
Mom looked at the snack bar for a moment at the lady’s words.
So our house prices are going up, too?’
When I thought of that, I was worried about my mother’s face. It’s a house that lives on a lease.
If housing prices start to rise, they might ask for a higher lease.
***
That evening my mom was talking to my dad about what she heard today. Dad nodded when he heard the story.
“I’ve heard that before.”
“Really?”
“Yes. There’s a call from the real estate agency from the butcher’s shop over there. You don’t want to sell it?”
“Why?”
“The man who’s going to the coffee shop likes the job.”
“Coffee shop? That’s why they sell it?”
“You must be thinking of selling it.”
Jong-seok, who was watching TV while listening to the two of you talking, opened his mouth without even realizing it.
“A butcher’s worth an arm.”
“Why?”
“The people who come to see the paintings are tourists, but they don’t come here to buy meat. Coffee shops are fine instead. Because we can make sales from female guests or lovers who come to tour.”
Dad nodded at Jong-seok’s remark.
“That’s true, too.”
Jong-seok suddenly said to his father.
“That’s why the house prices in the neighborhood have gone up a lot.”
“It hasn’t risen that much yet, but some of the stores seem to have already been traded.”
Jong-seok watched TV when his mother said. But the mind was complicated.
‘The price of a house in Seoul depends on the flow of people. If there are too many people, the price goes up. In the meantime, the house wasn’t that expensive because our neighborhood was on the outskirts. People came together and bright people were interested. By the way, how many people have increased so far that house prices have already started to rise?’
There were people coming to see the paintings, but the roads weren’t crowded enough.
Besides, it takes less than 10 minutes to see all the paintings…
While thinking, Jong-seok clapped his hands.
“Ah!”
“Jongseok, why?”
“No, nothing.”
Then Jong-seok was lost in thought while watching TV.
‘It wasn’t a small crowd. It was just that I didn’t have much time to stay.’
The reason why there weren’t so many people in the alley was because of their fast turnover.
Ten minutes was the distance to look around, which meant that people would soon be out of the picture.
But what I’ve always seen on the streets… There were as many new people coming in as there were people missing.
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