I don't know how delicious this at is, but about 30,000 won (23 USD) for 100g is too much.
The large potato pizza, which weighs about 1kg, costs 28,000 won, and the tray jajangmyeon for two people is 16,000 won.
This doesn't make sense.
Uncle Bang lit the iron plate on the table.
As I was observing the at because I was suspicious, grandpa declared his surrender to Aunt Mirae
"Do you get it now, teacher?"
Aunt Mirae showed off her victory by stretching her shoulders.
"If you treat like this, soday your students will also do the sa. Dont forget, you are a teacher now.
"Just because I treat them equally like friends that dont an they will lose their respect for . Words are not needed to show respect to others."
"Just as thoughts follow actions, words and actions affect thoughts."
Look. You're already teaching."
"Of course, before being your colleague, Im your teacher."
Co on, teacher!
Uncle Bang checked the temperature of the iron plate by hand and finally opened the beef package nad shrimp at.
"Shrimp at?"
"It's called that because it looks like a shrimp."
It's even more suspicious.
I didn't enjoy eating beef, since it wasn't a food ingredient that was hard to access.
When the cow in the village got old and died, it was slaughtered and shared, and other than that, it was not a very expensive ingredient, so it used to be used as a stew ingredient.
I know what it tastes like because I have cut it and grilled it before.
I know the taste, so I don't understand the irrationality of receiving 30,000 won per 100g of beef under the na of shrimp at.
SHRILLLL
Uncle Bang put beef on the heated grill.
A savory sll cos up with the sound of the at being cooked.
"Co to think of it, when is the professors retirent ceremony?"
"What do you an retirent ceremony? I dont want to disturb the schedules of my busy students.
"What do you an by that, teacher? Everyone is saying that your retirent ceremony is a reunion. So you have to do it."
If you want to have a reunion, you can do it separately.
Dont even dream about it, teacher. No one will miss the teacher's retirent ceremony. Most of the graduates will probably co?"
I think there will be many people seeing how popular grandpa is.
Uncle Bang flipped over the beef.
The appearance is not very different, but it does not sll like at I have tasted before, so I wonder if it is special.
"Isn't that okay? The exhibition will also be held at the ti of the retirent ceremony, right? It's been a long ti since you had an exhibition.
"Hmm."
"Consider it, teacher! There is a lot of works, too. We'll make room for it.
"Let's think about it.
"No, you can't think about it. You have to do it.
"If you tell , I'll look into it. I have always wanted to take charge of Professor's exhibition."
I think my grandfather is hesitating.
"I also want to see grandpas exhibition."
When I helped Uncle Bang and Aunt Mirae, grandpa agreed after exhaling a long breath.
As Aunt Mirae said, I want him to let go of the burden he had as an educator and now want him to live his second life as an Artist.
It would not be a bad idea for the retirent ceremony to be the return of Artist Ko Sooyeol.
Uncle Bang held up the scissors.
I wondered what he was doing with that, but suddenly he started to cut the at.
I was so surprised that I looked at the people around , but no one thinks it was weird.
I can't believe hes cutting the at with scissors.
It's an unexpected idea.
I didn't know when I ate pork at because it was cut into small-sized pieces.
Now that I think about it, that should have been also cut with scissors.
"Its ready."
Uncle Bang placed the at on the plate and put it on the table.
Grandpa and Aunt Mirae took one piece each.
"It's delicious."
Aunt Mirae made a fuss and picked up another piece and dipped it in the sauce.
"Hun, go ahead and eat,"
Uncle Bang urged to pick up.
I dipped so sauce in it like Aunt Mirae and put it in my mouth.
Is this really beef?
Unlike the tough at I ate in my previous life, this at is juicy and the flesh is tender.
The rich flavor of the juicy at fills the mouth.
There is no bad odor in it.
The intenseness of the sticky juice of the lted fat is as noble as a Baroque palace.
"It's delicious, right?"
I couldn't answer Sihyeon's question easily.
How can I conclude this great food with a simple word like delicious?
This at has the sa taste as Rembrandt's light and shadow.
The at that lts on the tongue functions like a shadow that emphasizes his delicate strokes, and the juice that bursts out like his light.
Oh, let's be thankful.
Let's thank the cow for being such great at and decorating the dinner table.
Cow works in the fields, cow gives milk to humans, and after dying, they beco such wonderful food.
I don't know your na, but thank you very much.
Thank you for allowing to eat the fine flesh you've grown all your life.
"Why are you crying, Hun?"
Sihyeon asked in a surprised voice.
"What, why are you crying? Hun,"
Grandpa asks in a confused voice while wiping my tears.
"It's because of joy."
Forgive for eating you.
Forgive for being happy while eating you.
Indeed, I am happy to eat you.
"You're touched, aren't you?"
Yes.
Im touched at this mont, at the at of this holy creature.
When Ko Hun, who was celebrating his birthday, cried, the hearts of those watching him ached.
For Ko Hun, who lost his mory after an unfortunate accident, today will be like his first birthday.
It was a pity that they were so happy just to get together and have dinner together.
"It's so delicious," said Ko Hun, and the people who looked at the boy pitifully froze for a mont.
"How can it be so delicious? The texture, aroma, and juice are so delicious."
"Pft."
Jang Mirae burst into laughter.
"You really made my heart stop for a mont. Did you think about the beef?"
What?
You scared , Little punk.
Ko Sooyeol laughed one more ti, jokingly scolding his grandson.
Bang Tae quickly took so at and said,
"It's good, right? Its an improved breed."
"What's an improved breed?"
Ko Hun tilted his head at a word he heard for the first ti.
"It's a repetition of mating cows whose at is delicious. They are not used in farming or they are milked. They are grown to eat them deliciously."
Ko Hun opened his eyes wide.
The idea of artificially breeding a life just to eat delicious at was shocking.
However, such worries beca trivial when the beef was put into the mouth once more.
The boy thought that all he could do was thank the cow.
After a touching dinner, Ko Hun went into the living room and was greatly surprised to find the recovery capsule he had experienced at Henry Marceau's mansion was installed.
"Grandpa."
"Don't use it too often"
As Aunt Mirae said, resting is also important. Trusting this, if you try to stay up all night, I'll throw it away."
Hun, good for you. Isn't this very expensive?"
"What is this?"
Jang Mirae and Cha Sihyeon looked at the recovery capsule up and down.
Ko Hun looked up at his smiling grandfather and felt emotional.
After being disowned by his father and uncle in his previous life, he was always treated as a problem child of the family, and he was ignored by all his siblings other than his brother Theodore.
He felt lonely throughout his life.
The only thing that soothed his loneliness during his last days was the letter from his younger brother.
But now it was different.
He was surrounded by people who really loved him
Thank you.
Michelle Platini, who was working late, stretched.
She was planning a tour of Europe by collecting Henry Marceau's representative works, in addition to running the Marceau Gallery.
Since she was in charge of the entire exhibition from decorating the exhibition hall to finding sponsors, she felt like it wouldn't be possible even if she possessed 12 bodies.
However, looking at Henry Marceau's self-portrait made her laugh for no reason.
"Shall we do the rest tomorrow?"
Michelle turned off the lights in the office.
Employees have long since left work, so only the indicator lights inside the gallery should be on, but a light leaked from Henry Marceau's office on the other side.
Michelle opened the door in wonder.
Henry was making a serious face in front of the computer.
What are you doing?
co here.
Michelle shrugged and headed toward him.
On the monitor, 766 Self-portraits of Henry Marceau, which had been digitized, were displayed as files.
Looking at his portfolio, she wondered if he wanted to add a piece to the tour.
What? Are you going to add more?
Choose one.
Michelle chose [Henry Marceau 285] while sweeping down the screen.
Like an Egyptian mural, it was a unique self-portrait painted with only eyes facing the front.
"This one,"
Henry nodded after thinking one more ti.
All right.
What are you going to do?
Present for that little brat's birthday.
Little brat? Hun?
Who else?
So you want to give this as a gift?
Henry nodded and Michelle frowned.
Hun hated him sending a series of [Marceau's Jewel], so she was confused when she heard that he would send a self-portrait as a birthday present.
I think he'll hate it.
Michelle shrugged and sat on the sofa.
"How about sothing normal?"
Henry turned to Michelle's suggestion.
He folded his arms as if asking her to continue talking.
He seems to like coloring books.
Anybody can give that as a gift.
He'll like it more than your self-portrait.
No way.
Michelle shook her head.
She knew very well that he would never change his decision.
So, when is his birthday?
June 23rd.
(To be Continued)
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