The dungeon smells like chicken

Episode 8

The chives that had been locked in the refrigerator were on the verge of thawing. I quickly grabbed them, cut them up, and put them into the batter. Then I poured in the remaining ingredients and added a little bit of the stir-fry powder.

‘It would be more delicious if I added chili peppers, but I guess I’ll have to hold back this time.’

As I placed the whipped dough on the oiled pan, it made a loud squeaking sound.

I waited until the edges turned golden brown and turned it over, when I heard a loud thud as something fell from a distance. At the same time, a small scream was also heard.

“What’s going on?”

Surprised, Sena ran towards the sound. The door to her grandfather’s room was open. Michael looked back at her with a puzzled expression.

“I heard a noise and opened the door, and a box fell from above.”

“A box?”

Michael picked up what had fallen on the floor and showed it to her. It was a solid-looking metal box the size of a jewelry box.

“It doesn’t seem to be broken. Sorry.”

Sena was more concerned about the scream she had heard earlier than the box she was seeing for the first time. She put the box aside and looked at Michael.

“Did you get hit when you fell?”

“Huh? Oh, I got hit in the head, but… …

“Where are you looking?”

“Okay, it’s okay.”

Sena pulled him towards her, who was still trembling, and stroked his head. As she pressed hard against his cream-colored hair, Michael shrank his neck slightly. Fortunately, there were no serious injuries.

“Or maybe not. But if it hurts, you really have to tell me.”

“……yes.”

“Ah, I’ll take it!”

Sena, who remembered the battle belatedly, ran to the kitchen. Michael, who was left alone, covered his reddened face with his hand.

Sena narrowly saved Jeon from being burned. As she was serving the nicely prepared Jeon with soy sauce, Michael appeared.

“You came just in time. Wash your hands before you come.”

Sena spoke busily while taking out makgeolli from the refrigerator. Michael, who had been hesitating for some reason, quietly headed to the bathroom.

When he came back, Sena was mixing makgeolli and cider.

“I baked it because I wanted to eat it, but I don’t know if it will suit my taste.”

“thank you.”

Michael helped Sena carry the cup and plate. He told her to eat first, but she was not the type to listen, so she left him alone. Sena, who had put the new porridge on the fire, sat down.

“Now, eat quickly. This tastes best when eaten hot.”

Sena, who had handed Michael the fork, picked up her chopsticks. Jeon is best when you tear it with chopsticks, but today she neatly cut it with scissors.

Sena put the jeon lightly dipped in soy sauce into her mouth. The crunchy texture felt pleasant.

The fragrant chives and the crispy seafood were a wonderful combination. The subtle sweetness that followed the richness was also excellent.

The regret lingering on the tip of my tongue urged me to hurry up and add the next one.

‘I made it, but it’s really delicious!’

Feeling better, she checked on Michael. He was hesitating with his fork. The bright green color seemed unfamiliar to him. Sena looked at him with brave eyes.

‘You don’t know the charm of a buchimgae on a rainy day… … What a poor person.’

Michael, sensing his gaze, pointed at one of the eggs. He squeezed his eyes shut and shoved the fork into his mouth.

His expression changed slowly and surely as his jaw moved. His once solemn face brightened like a clear day.

“It’s delicious.”

Michael spoke with a bright face. He looked like he was about to wag his tail. Sena, who was secretly snickering, scolded him for no reason.

“You always say it’s delicious.”

“It’s delicious every time… …

Michael hesitated for a moment and then expressed his feelings seriously.

“Well, it’s crunchy yet soft. Even though it’s vegetable, it’s very rich and delicious. There’s also something chewy. It’s amazing how there are so many different flavors.”

“You didn’t want to eat it because it was a vegetable?”

“that is……

Michael rolled his eyes, not knowing what to do. It seemed he was surprisingly picky.

Sena, who had been laughing at his cuteness, let him go.

“It will taste better if you dip it in soy sauce.”

Michael, relieved, moved his fork again. Sena, who had been watching him eat with relish, stood up for a moment and turned the plate over.

Michael waited quietly for her to return. Sena, who was delighted by this, poured him some makgeolli.

“It tastes better when we eat it together.”

Michael, who was carefully sipping his glass, nodded seriously. It was an expression that said, “Yes, that’s right.” It was too much.

Sena held back a laugh from bursting out at the serious look on his face.

After that, we happily ate jeon while pouring makgeolli for each other.

“When I was young.”

Michael opened his mouth when the second charge was about to run out. He hesitated for a moment before continuing.

“If I failed to beg or pickpocket, I would starve for a whole day. At those times, I could drink water, but if I went hungry for several days, I had to find something to eat. But I was dull and would always choose the wrong thing.”

“I didn’t even want to look at grass after that, but there was something this delicious. I wish I had known about it sooner.”

Michael stared at the plate as if he was looking at something lovely. Sena noticed that he was drunk.

“are you okay?”

“… … Yes? It’s okay.”

Michael nodded with slightly open eyes. Anyone could tell that he had a drunken look on his face.

“I think you’re drunk.”

“No, I… …

Michael, who had been shaking his head back and forth, staggered. His face turned red as if he was getting drunk.

“Are you weak to alcohol?”

“Yeah, the beer was okay, but… …

Michael said, trying to come to his senses. Sena clicked her tongue inwardly.

‘Makgeolli goes down smoothly, but it’s quite strong.’

Since he had even had cider, it was not unreasonable for him to exceed his drinking limit. Sena hurriedly woke Michael up.

“I need to lie down first. I’ll go to my room.” “… … I can go by myself.”

Michael stood up, trembling like a fawn. Sena slapped Michael’s back, who stubbornly resisted.

“If you fall here, I won’t be able to handle it. Don’t be stubborn and let me be supported.”

Michael, who flinched, leaned against her awkwardly. It was so heavy that he could hear a groan, but he could bear it. Sena dragged him, who was staggering, to his room.

Michael, a man of upright conduct, even made his bed clean when he woke up.

“In times like this, it’s better to be lazy.”

Sena grumbled and spread out her clothes. Meanwhile, Michael sat upright and just blinked.

Senna tapped his knee.

“Would you like to change into your pajamas?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Michael took off his T-shirt, completely exposing his muscular upper body.

Sena, surprised by the sudden attack, froze in a daze. In the meantime, Michael, who had taken off his wet pants, put his hand on her panties.

“No, don’t take it off!”

Michael blinked after being hit on the back of his hand. Sena, who felt a prickle in his gloomy face, patted him on the head.

“Good. Let’s sit here.”

Michael, lying down quietly and covered with a blanket, looked at Sena. Sena, who was smiling with eyes that were waiting for praise, stroked his forehead.

‘I heard you were an orphan, but I didn’t know you suffered so much.’

Sena also didn’t have parents, but she never felt the hardships of life. It was like starving to the point of having to eat grass.

I couldn’t even win.

Feeling a bit sad, she gently stroked her cream-colored hair.

‘I have to make lots of delicious food.’

Michael certainly didn’t want sympathy. He was a man who wouldn’t have talked about his past if he hadn’t been drunk.

Sena gently touched his cheek, which was flushed red from the alcohol, and then let go of his hand.

“Don’t drink outside. Okay?”

“……yes.”

Michael answered quietly and closed his eyes.

A. He looked sleepy.

Sena pulled down the curtains to let him get some rest and left the room.

Across from there was Grandfather’s room. Seeing the closed door, Sena remembered the box she had forgotten. When she opened the door, she saw the box on top of the chest of drawers.

‘It’s the first time I’ve seen this box.’

Sena carefully picked up the box and examined the intricate patterns carved on all sides. This too was not to her grandfather’s taste.

When I opened the lid, inside were a folded letter, a small notebook, and a rough bracelet.

Sena was the first to pick up the letter.

The square letter paper had a strange texture like leather. Sena unfolded the letter carefully so as not to tear it.

She opened her eyes wide as she read the content without thinking much about it.

“uh?”

Sejun, who came back from school, tilted his head.

Michael, who always came out to greet us, was nowhere to be seen, and the air in the house felt strangely heavy.

“Sister, what’s wrong?”

“Yeah.”

Sena answered vaguely and headed to the kitchen. Sejun, who threw his bag on the floor, followed her.

“What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

“Change your clothes and come down so I can tell you.” “Huh? What is this?”

Sejun looked at the table and was shocked to see the pile of jeon. Not only was there a lot of it, but there was also a variety of it.

“Wow, why are there so many? Are you doing business?”

“Wash your hands before you eat!”

Sejun, who was about to sneakily pick up the pancake, got slapped on the back of his hand. He pouted and washed his hands before coming back and sitting at the table.

“What about your brother?”

“I’m sleeping.”

Sena, who spoke as if she was sighing, sat down across from him. Sejun, who was puzzled, decided to eat and think about it first because of the tickling smell.

Crispy sweet potato pancakes, crispy potato pancakes, fragrant perilla leaf pancakes, light cod pancakes, salty tuna pancakes, crunchy and sweet cabbage pancakes, and crunchy and savory lettuce pancakes.

The luxurious taste made me feel happy all the way to the top of my head. I couldn’t stop eating the various kinds of food for a moment.

Sena, who was quietly watching him eat deliciously, said.

“Sejun.”

“huh?”

“What if you… … have a secret about your birth?”

“Guest!”

Sejun, who had heard the sound, coughed loudly. Seona, who was flustered, poured water into a cup.

I brought it.

He asked, drinking water with trembling hands.

“Am I adopted?”

“no?”

“So, then your older sister was adopted… …?”

“no.”

“Then what is it?”

Sena, who had been hesitating, finally opened her mouth.

“It seems like my grandfather’s father came from another world.”

“I think my great-grandfather came from the same place as Michael.”

“Huh? So the door opens like your brother?”

“ 〇 W “〇■.

Sejun, who had been rolling his eyes in confusion, tilted his head.

“How did you know that, Sister?” Sena handed him a letter. “I found it in Grandpa’s room today.”

Sejun wiped his oily hands and carefully opened the letter.

“Look at the Gyu. Who is the Gyu?”

“That’s my grandfather’s name. Heung Hak Ja Gyu Ja.”

Sejun, who had become a bastard, read the letter quietly in his heart.