June entered Grandma's and Minjun's house. The scent of fried fish and newly-laundered curtains evaded his nostrils, and he imdiately felt comforted.
"I'm ho," June called, plopping down on the soft couch.
Minjun ca out from his room with his phone in hand, playing so sort of ga.
"You're back?" he asked in a casual tone, sitting next to June.
June weirdly looked at him. "You don't sound excited."
"Why would I be excited?" Minjun nonchalantly asked. "You co back here whenever you have the ti anyway."
June chuckled and shook his head. "You didn't even miss ?"
"Hell no," Minjun said, still not looking at him.
June scoffed before peering over his shoulder. "Where's Grandma, by the way?"
"She's taking a shower," Minjun said. "She'll be out soon."
"What about the review I asked you to do?" June asked. "Did it go well? And did you add how they treated their guests like shit?"
"Oh, I forgot about that one," Minjun said. "Of course, I did. I also didn't like how they sucked up to my mom that ti. Let's check it out right now."
Minjun paused his ga and went to his Navel page. At this point, he already had more than 300,000 followers—sothing he was very proud of. Then, he scrolled down until he reached the food review he made just a while ago.
"A Pricey Pooch Palette: Dining at Pierre."
Ladies and gentlen, gather 'round as I regale you with the tale of my gastronomic adventure at the outrageously overpriced "Pierre," where the food costs more than your college education, yet tastes like sothing my neighbor's poodle would happily devour. Buckle up, because this is a culinary ride you won't forget!
Each dish ca with a description that was more cryptic than a Dan Brown novel, and a price tag that would make a Wall Street banker's jaw drop.
I started with the "Golden Leash Gazpacho," which promised to be a transformative experience. Alas, it tasted like soone had pureed a garden hose and sprinkled it with dust from a Swarovski crystal. The "Champagne Caviar Sorbet" that followed was a delightful dley of frozen fish eggs and fizz, but let's be real, I could've achieved the sa effect by sticking my head in a fish tank with a bottle of champagne.
For the main course, I went all out and ordered the "Filet Mignon à la Canine." This dish cost as much as my monthly rent, and I swear, it tasted like they'd aged the beef by burying it in the backyard for a week. The "truffle-infused kibble" on the side was presented as if it were the holy grail of dog cuisine. I couldn't help but think my neighbor's schnauzer had better taste.
To wash down this absurdity, I ordered a bottle of their "Vintage Toilet Water." It was priced like liquid gold, but it tasted like, well, water from a toilet. Go figure!
In summary, dear readers, Pierre not only serves food that tastes like it belongs in a dog's dish, but it also treats custors like pedigree canines versus the rest of us re mutts. If you dare to venture into this realm of extravagance, do so at your own risk, and be sure to bring your designer dog and your platinum card if you hope to receive the royal treatnt. As for , I'll stick to establishnts that value diners based on their appetites, not their appearances.
June burst into laughter as he read Minjun's review, slapping the little kid's back since he wrote pure ingenuity.
"Kid, I swear. You're the best writer I've ever known."
"Well, of course," Minjun smirked. "And looks like the public agrees with you too."
- MinMin is my favorite user on this app, I swear.
- I want to et the person behind this account and shake his hand. I fantasized going to Pierre, but now, I won't even plan on going anymore.
- I thought this dude was just talking crap because he couldn't afford Pierre, but the photos say otherwise. Man, rich people really do gobble everything up just because it's expensive.
- Is nobody wondering how the page owner was able to eat there?
June smirked as he read the comnts. It was well-deserved. The stall they ate at earlier had even better custor service than that overpriced restaurant.
As the two of them bonded over reading comnts, Grandma went out of her room.
"Oh, you're back?" she asked with a wide smile. "Should I cook you so lunch?"
"No need," June said. "I just ate. I'll eat dinner with you guys later, though."
"I'll cook your favorite then," Grandma said.
June bead. "Thanks, Grandma. Right," he suddenly said, bringing out sothing from his pocket. "I got you sothing."
Then, June brought out the bracelet that Choi Pablo had given him. It was the last item that he had gotten from Choi Pablo, and he felt it was the perfect gift for Grandma.
Minjun raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Where did you even get that?" he asked.
June shrugged. "Soone gave them to ."
"Oh my," Grandma exclaid, looking at the bracelet in wonder.
"Do you like it?" June asked.
"Well, of course!" Grandma exclaid. "I have never received such an extravagant gift. Help put it on."
"Liar," Minjun coughed. "You have the latest version of that bracelet sitting in your dresser."
June's eyes widened in surprise.
"Oh, co on now," Grandma said. "Your mother brought that. It doesn't count."
June still hasn't recovered from his shock. How rich are Grandma and Minjun?
"Don't worry, June," Grandma patted his back. "I like yours much better."
"Mom's probably going to give you another one of those, Grandma," Minjun said. "Especially with Parent's day coming up."
"Parent's day?" June muttered under his breath in confusion.
Grandma clapped her hands. "Ah, right. I almost forgot about that! Parents' day is next Friday! How could I forget? Are you going to celebrate it with your parents, June?"
"No," June bluntly said.
"Why not?" Minjun asked.
June sighed. There wasn't any harm in sharing the truth with Grandma and Minjun, is there?
"Well, we probably have to start filming for the next mission by that ti."
"And the thing is," he said, taking a deep breath before looking them in the eyes. "My parents are dead."
[Good day, host! Your missions have now respawned:
1. Celebrate Parents' day with your parents!
2. Play Clare De Lune by Debussy and share it to the world. Fu loves Debussy!]
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