My Dad is Too Strong - Chapter 81
Meanwhile, a kizzcafe near home.
…… is this a fun place?
I stare at the children running around dazed.
Seol Yun Hee smiled and nodded.
Then a small bouncy ball flew to dragon and slapped me on the cheek.
Big deal.
……
“Not good? 용용이 seemed like the right place for your age…….”
“Th……. How old do I look?
“Hmm. I’m 6 years old… No. Are you five?”
Yongling pressed down on the forehead that was sticking with the front foot and muttered.
…… Eh.
“Huh?”
I’m over 8,000 years old.
It was over 2,000 years since he had already undergone the hechling period and became the king of all dragons, fearful and fearful. Tyrant or Emperor 24093, Dragon King Izaath. Or, in other words, Dragon Road. All of those modifiers were words that stuck to him.
But…….
“Does Kids Cafe make sense?”
Yong-yong threw a bouncy ball rolling on the floor and shouted.
I’ve never rebelled against Seol Yun Hee so far.
I couldn’t forgive him this time.
I needed to establish the sequence of this house in this opportunity.
Flash.
“Awesome!?
Seol Yun Hee stroked my head lifting Yong Yong.
“Yes, Yong Yong. Let’s go sliding.”
Hey, did you just listen to me?
“Yes. 8,000 years old. Our Yong Yong is 8,000 years old.”
………
Climb the adorable staircase and climb on the slide.
There was already a line of children lining up to ride the slide.
The slide that fell into a grass filled with plunger balls was popular with children.
“Sounds like fun, right?”
“Chet. Not at all.
Soon it was dragon’s turn.
Seol Yoon-hee hugged Yong and began to descend along the slope of the slide frame.
Shhh.
Friction with the air, a nice breeze wrapped around the whole body.
When it hits the floor, the bouncy ball bounces around and acts as a cushion.
The body of Dragon held in Seol Yun Hee’s arms starts to tremble.
Yong was obsessed with thinking with a blank expression.
‘What is this….’
It’s fun.
“Well, isn’t this fun?”
…… not really.
Yongling turned his head and grumbled.
Seol Yoon Hee smiled as she saw her mouth slightly raised.
Yong thought it was an dishonest iguna.
“Let’s go do that next time.”
…… what’s with all the respect all of a sudden?
Seol Yoon-hee saw it in a book.
Writing words of respect helps nurture a child’s emotions.
* * *
After spending an hour at Kids’ Cafe.
To make chicken, I bought ingredients such as fried chicken powder, milk, onions, garlic, and put them in the refrigerator. I sat on the sofa and took out my smartphone.
He said he’d be home in three hours, but he had about an hour before that time passed.
Like Mr. Kyung said, class F hunters must be severely discriminated against by the same hunters. According to Hunter Administration statistics, 20 percent of the total number of Hunters is in Class F…….
I’m on cable.
A program titled Hunter.
Even though it was not a public wave, it was a popular program with over 20 percent viewership on each page.
And Yong-yong also took care of it constantly.
“Dad, you went with a Class F Hunter today…….”
He hardly ever used his government ID on the weekends.
I used to leave the fort in the office without bringing it home, and then hang it when I go to work, and leave it in the office drawer when I go home.
It reminds me of carrying a Class F Hunter to a crack in Cockatrys’ nest today.
Why is that?
I looked at her with a glance as if there was something wrong with 용용이.
“I was worried my dad might get in trouble with the other hunters…”
Master, is there a mad man in Sieger?
“…… I hope so?”
Without going crazy.
* * *
Grumpy!
A man came in through a crack.
He muttered.
“That guy…….”
I could remember.
Among those on the Hunter bus.
He was the only one in uniform.
Moreover, he was clearly an F class hunter.
No, he must have come as a porter.
“But he’s crazy.”
Not that high.
It was a class D fracture, not low.
Even a Class A Hunter could have been critically wounded by a Class D monster if he hadn’t worn a suit. I wonder how he got into the crack with his cotton shorts on.
The idea was not only exotic, but other hunters as well.
“Hey!”
Lee Lee Hyun tried to call for Joo-joon, the man.
But JooJooJoo began to walk my way to the main body.
Lee Lee got feverish as he dared to ignore his words and rushed to him, grabbing his shoulders and stopping his steps.
“If someone called, you’d have to stand. Son of a bitch.”
Ugh.
Jooju looks at the hands of an exotic string resting on his shoulders.
I sighed for a long time. I don’t know why.
I had a feeling it would be like this.
“You start with a half-word…….”
Hands on your shoulders.
He asked.
“Are you my boss?”
At that.
Everyone who was watching was astonished.
In particular, Kim Ho-cheol’s complexion turned white.
How can a porter say such things to a Class B Hunter!
“Well……. What?”
Pow.
Exotic prefecture grinding teeth.
I clenched my fist. How could an F rank hunter, a porter, be so driven?
But you can’t hold it like a dog in front of people.
Moreover, some people may be recording the situation on a CAM.
Well, you could be mistaken. I’m Class F, and you’re Class B. You must be the boss when you grow up. ”
“Son of a bitch knows that…!”
“And as my senior, if you’re giving me advice and worrying about things, I can take that as a humble gesture, but if you’re just trying to give me a headache, I want you to stop.”
Joojoon is tucked into the exotic waistline.
I put my hand on the Mana gun.
Cold, sunken eyes.
That is, you couldn’t see the others watching from afar.
I could tell as well as the foreign currents near me.
I’m gonna skip this one now.
There’s no next time, so don’t try any more.
He was speaking.
With a clear warning.
Out of the way!
Managan in the foreign prefecture has been destroyed.
* * *
He grabbed a cocatrix and pulled it out of the crack.
There was a large crowd gathering at the Octagonal Sperm.
Mostly climbers in their 40s and 50s in hiking suits.
They surround him.
“Whose daughter is she so cute?”
“Try this, too. There are chocolates.”
Carsiel’s hands are full with snacks.
Climbing climbers gladly smiled at Carsiel, who looked like a beautiful half-breed to watch on TV.
“Master!”
Looking out of the crack, Carsiael jumped out of his seat and ran to him. It naturally attracted the attention of the climbers.
He swallowed their drowsy saliva, feeling their eyes.
“…… is that your parent?”
“But what does it mean to be the master?”
“Shouldn’t we call the police?”
Or not.
He didn’t care.
I sucked the lollipop and smiled widely.
“Joonyim. By Muggler Mani.”
“… Please, can you just call me Dad now?”
At that.
I knocked down the last piece of candy Carsiel had.
Then he shakes his head and says,
“Oh, no. The little master won’t like it. I’ll call you my master.”
Moment.
The mountaineers facing the snow.
I looked over here and talked to each other.
She whispered to him.
“Just say dad until you get home.”
“…… can I really do that?”
“Please.”
Moment.
I could see him.
I can’t believe how sunny he looks. to do.
“Yes, Dad!”
* * *
Beep beep.
The sound of the door lock password being pressed.
Dragon’s ears that were sleeping on the couch are lifted.
And reflexively raise yourself up.
I ran to the front door.
Have you been back, Master… huh?
JooJoon and Carsiel come through the door.
But something felt strange.
It was because Carsiel grabbed Joon’s hand and came in.
“Let’s wash our hands since we’ve been outside.”
“Yes, Dad.”
…… Dad?
용용이가 muttered,
Carsiel smiling with a blank expression.
I let go of her hand.
Carsiel. You just said to the owner, “Dad”…
“I was mistaken, Isaas.”
Oh, no. I definitely heard that. ”
“I said you’re the master.”
His eyes are cold.
……… Well, yeah. Haha. ”
* * *
I was sure it was my father… ….
“Huh? What do you mean?”
Seol Yoon-hee, who had dipped the milk into the sink from the chopped cocatrix meat, tilted his head and asked.
Dad, I don’t know what that means.
“Can I help you?”
JooJoon wiped his wet hair with a towel.
It seemed that fried dishes were heavily oiled, so I thought it might cause burns if I went wrong.
“My dad went out and got the ingredients, but I can’t even make him cook.”
“No, it wasn’t that hard…”
“And don’t take away my joy.”
Seol Yoon-hee is more important than helping Joon cook.
I just thought I could eat it well.
I’m trying to see it.
If you see that you are satisfied, that is enough.
Chuuuh-uh.
Seol Yoon-hee poured half a can of canola oil into the frying pan.
Then turn on the stove light and wait for the oil to boil to about 180 degrees.
I started putting the fried chicken dough into the frying pan, one by one, without sticking to the cocatrix meat.
Yuck.
That scene.
It was a cultural shock for Yong Yong.
Bake or boil. It was always one of the two.
It’s best to grill meat for a living.
“…… there.”
Seol Yun Hee bit her lip slightly.
He glanced at Karciel, Yong Yong and JooJoo who were clinging to his surroundings.
Then he smiled awkwardly and said.
“Pa, I’ll make it quick.”
Everyone seems to be very hungry.
* * *
“Oh, Father. How about……?”
Seol Yun Hee waited until Joon swallowed the chicken.
I asked carefully, writhing.
I was overwhelmed with anxiety about what would happen if I heard an answer that was not tasty.
“Delicious.”
“Are you sure?”
Positive answer from Jooju.
This was a happy moment for her that could not be changed.
I could feel that she needed me.
I think the little master’s care is more delicious.
“Thank you, Carsiel. Eat a lot.”
Thank you.
Chicken.
Thin fried clothes that glow golden.
Vigorous juice that soaks in between and pops out unseen if one bite is cut off.
Crispy and salty on the outside, with moist and salty insides.
용용이 closed his eyes and muttered.
“…… Universe.