Chapter 119 - Hunger Trip (3) (1/2)
At the hotel, Jo Minjoon laid down on a bed so big you couldn’t reach the end of it even if you extended your ars He had his cellphone on one hand and a smile on his face
[ Ah, so you just made dinner yourself? ]
“Yeah Eotiated with Martin so that I could buy the ingredients myself and Emily would be able to eat the aentle Did she say it suited her taste? ]
“I wonder At least fordish And even if it doesn’t suit her, she’s not on a situation where she can complain”
Jo Minjoon s that a lady that had lived while not even feeling what hunger and poverty was, acted pitifully in front of money and food Chloe took in a breath and said
[ So how does Brazil feel? Was the churrasco delicious? Is it different with the ones they sell on America? ]
“I don’t knoell as I didn’t eat churrasco in America, but it was a dish that certainly kept it’s culture Onions and garlics are actually really fa a little bit of chilli sauce or hot sauce, the feeling changed con country That they ood I also want to participate on that kind of progra now okay?”
[ Today was the first day so how can I say that it’s fine or not? Getting accustomed to it co tientle But of course, they would turn quiteand wasted so settled ood But I don’t knohat Anderson will be doing right now I can contact all the others, but I not him”
If he said that he didn’t feel disappointed as the friendshi+p they had already cooled, it would be a lie At the disappointment that could be felt on Jo Minjoon’s voice, Chloe said calmly
[ Anderson will have an Anderson-like reason You knohat kind of guy he is ]
“……Yes I do”
[ You still contact a lot right? With………Kaya ]
At Chloe’s words, Jo Minjoon flinched He hid the disappoint about it She would be really busy now ……And perhaps, she will get even busier the et ht Let’s put in more effort”
Between them, many conversation came and went, and then it ended After he saw the red screen that indicated the end of the conversation, Jo Minjoon er The screen es screen
[ Me : Kaya Call e he had sent two days ago ree that hadn’t even been sent Just how busy is she…
“Even if she is busy, is it to the point she can’t check a e?”
Jo Minjoon mumbled with a depressed voice, and then he turned off the screen and closed his eyes Though, he had to wake up again and go to turn off the lights because the white light poked his eyes
He had to get soe of the churrasco appeared in hisskewer, the pieces of meat you could feel the aro at it, and the chewy texture
And the unfamiliarity and primitiveness of the feijoada E that wasn’t simply because he missed the aroot froot a deeper impression fro, it isn’t difficult to cook ood coal And you could say thatit undelicious was ratherthe h skill, but he wouldn’t get a deep impression with just that
But in the case of the feijoada, it was a bit difficult Not only for the ingredients, but you needed a long time and dedication And of course, it was still difficult to make it delicious with just that The recipe constructed and reconstructed again in a long time, and the experience of it was filled on the s at that, Jo Minjoon could only iine hoould run a restaurant on the future; hoould he have to e the kitchen to be able to make a menu that needed several days of preparation; and hoill he anization How local would he make an overseas dish, when and where
Actually this was all in too far of a future for hi about it, but what could he do? It wasn’t a pondering that the ht, the more his head hurt but rather you could say that it was a happy pondering that made a smile appear on his ifted Jo Minjoon a deep and sweet dream
While only a cal was heard, another sound was also heard Click As the lock got unlocked, the door opened softly As the sound of the steps perh was heard
“……You sleep as snug as a bug in a rug”
Maybe it wasn’t that big of a voice, but Jo Minjoon didn’t wake up by that The person that looked at the surroundings for a moment looked at the only bed and laid down next to Jo Minjoon as if nothing could be done by it Soon, the noise lessened again To the ticking of the clock, and the breath of two people
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“Ah fuc, you surprised ot surprised and cursed in Korean He could only do so Theface Anderson seemed to have woken up by hihtly
(PR Note: This reminded me of Kyou Kara Maou Very much so)
“Ah, shut up Why are you like that?”
“Just why are you here? What’s this?!”
“For now shut up or lower your voice My head is ringing”
“…So what’s this? I can’t comprehend this situation at all”
“It’s bothersouess as you want”
Anderson replied with a tired voice and buried his face on the pillow again Jo Minjoon looked at the blond hair that was over the pillow and organized his thoughts He was now on a broadcast, and Anderson appeared For hi place, and he didn’t even get restrained by the broadcasting staff when he entered like this could only ram……?”
“If you knohy do you ask?”
“No But, you should have told me Just why did you keep it a secret until now?”
“They told me to keep it a secret”
“Who, Martin?”
Anderson nodded while still having his face buried on the pillow But Jo Minjoon frowned as if he still couldn’t solve the doubt
“But why are you sleeping on my bed?”
“They told me that my roo So isn’t it obvious for ot fully awake It’s your fault“
“I couldn’t even get awake because of you and rather died”
“Ugh so noisy Let me sleep some more I could only sleep 3 hours”
“… … …”
Jo Minjoon looked at Anderson’s back without saying anything and in the end he stood up fro, but he also felt sorry when he couldn’t get some sleep If an American, that was more self preserved compared to anyone, to sleep on the bed that another person was already sleeping at without saying anything, he would really be tired Jo Minjoon covered Anderson with the blanked that only covered his waist and looked at his surroundings
“……Is no one there?”
He whispered lohile looking at the ca, but of course the reply didn’t coot out of the roo, and it didn’t seeot outside, one cameraman approached him Jo Minjoon said with a tired expression
“Were you waiting until now?”
The cameraman didn’t open his mouth like usual He just smirked and nodded Could pros really be pros?
“Where’s Martin?”