“Now that we’ve brought it up, let me ask you this. Okay, if you marry Sol, how do you plan to feed and support her?”
Sookhee’s voice, attempting to touch on financial matters, was sharp. Junho confidently responded.
“My father operates a small kimchi factory. So, I plan to inherit the family business.”
Junghyuk let out a dry laugh.
It’s not just any small kimchi factory; it’s Samson Food, the number one in the food industry in South Korea.
It had always been like this. Hong Junho often wore an innocent face and frequently made deceptive remarks. Doing so, then later acting overly humble when it was revealed, seemed to be his style.
Sookhee, who had worried that he might be a good-for-nothing playboy hanging out in a coffee shop all day, changed color.
“Oh my. You run a kimchi factory? Let’s wait a moment. In our side dish store, we use about 50 cabbages a month. How many do you pickle in your father’s factory?”
“Haha, a bit more than 50 cabbages.”
“Well, that’s expected. Probably because it’s a factory. But, what about your brothers? What are they doing while you inherit the kimchi factory?”
“The eldest brother is running his own IT-related company, the second brother operates a restaurant chain, and the third brother was a national Taekwondo representative. However, he had no interest in management, so now he’s going through leadership training.”
Sookhee, satisfied with Junho’s confident voice, looked as if she had won the whole world.
“Don’t worry, Mother. I can assure you. I can handle Sol as well as water that won’t let a drop touch my hands.”
Junghyuk nodded with a smirk.
It seems that to gain the favor of future mothers-in-law, one must spew all sorts of nonsense, both true and false.
“Our Hong son-in-law. He’s so handsome and reliable. I’m so grateful that I waited and didn’t send Sol into marriage hastily. Thank you, thank you.”
Watching Sookhee constantly thanking and patting shoulders, Junghyuk narrowed his eyes.
If you’re grateful, shouldn’t you be thankful to me, who played the role of the devil’s advocate?
In the midst of laughter and chatter, Siwoo mumbled and woke up. Junghyuk immediately approached Siwoo.
“Go to Mom, Siwoo.”
Upon hearing that, Siwoo reached out his arms as if asking to be held. Junghyuk picked up Siwoo. His eyes, still half-closed like dandelion fluff, blinked.
Sitting on the living room sofa with his fists on his chin, Junghyuk squinted his eyes.
Looking at the dinosaur models laid out on the rug made his head spin a bit.
“Siwoo’s dinosaur, uh… Siwoo’s dinosaur is a Tyrannosaurus rex, the biggest in the world.”
As Siwoo spoke, he touched the Tyrannosaurus rex model with his cute hands. Junghyuk immediately responded with a snicker.
“You’re wrong. Currently, the dinosaur known to be the largest is Argentinosaurus. Estimated to be around 30 meters in length and weighing 80 tons, Argentinosaurus surpasses Tyrannosaurus, which is approximately 7 tons. Two Argentinosauruses would cover the size of a soccer field. So, Tyrannosaurus isn’t the biggest dinosaur in the world. It would be more appropriate to label it as the dinosaur with the strongest bite force. With a jaw strength of 1,400 kg, it has the most powerful bite force among dinosaurs. Alternatively, you could call it a ferocious dinosaur. The name Tyrannosaurus means ‘tyrant lizard,’ after all.”
“Uh…”
Siwoo blinked with a vacant expression.
Seeing the scene from the kitchen, where a man failed in a conversation at eye level, Dajeong raised her head, looking at the back of the man.
“Wow! I’m Tyrannosaurus. I’m going to eat everyone.”
Junghyuk smirked.
“Siwoo, that’s nonsense. Dinosaurs went extinct 65 million years ago. Humans appeared only 5 million years ago. The two species never coexisted. So, even if you wanted to eat people, you couldn’t.”
“…”
Seeing Siwoo, who had been constantly arguing, let out a sigh, staring intently, as if she were about to pick a fight.
“Hey, you two. Stop that and come eat. Let’s have a meal. Siwoo, let’s eat.”
“Yes!”
Siwoo, who answered boldly, threw the Tyrannosaurus figure and ran to the dining table. Junghyuk, too, sluggishly left the sofa and headed for the dining table.
“What is this?”
Junghyuk stared at the mysterious plate.
“Don’t you recognize it? It’s a love heart.”
Dajeong said and smiled slyly.
“No, besides the poorly drawn picture, I’m asking about the identity of the food.”
“It’s omurice.”
“Omurice? This?”
Junghyuk squinted his eyes suspiciously. The omurice he knew wore a white egg coat, not mixed with ketchup like this.
“The egg blanket got torn, so I just mixed it with rice. It should be mixed well between the rice grains.”
Somewhat uneasy, Junghyuk put a bite of the eggless omurice into his mouth. As he chewed and moved his jaw, something, like apple bits, made a crunchy sound inside his mouth.
Having a somewhat shocked expression, Junghyuk’s eyes turned to the side. Siwoo’s cheeks were moving diligently.
Dajeong asked Siwoo, “Is it delicious, Siwoo?”
“Yes!”
Siwoo answered energetically.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
