God of cooking

Chapter 77: Spring, spring, spring (1)

This does not belong to me. It is translated by KobatoChanDaiSuki.  

May. The weather was good, the flowers in the garden were slowly blooming. Jo Minjoon was seated on a bench with earphones in his ear and a book on his hands. It seemed like a piece of art, but the book in his hands wasn't a literature book but a cooking book.

Kaya looked at him and frowned as if she didn't like something. She approached him and opened her mouth. A rough voice was heard.

"What are you listening to?"

Kaya took off the earphone in Jo Minjoon's ear, brought it to hers, then frowned.

"Classic?"
"Precisely speaking it's Mendelssohn Violin Concerto in E Minor....... What's with that expression?"
"How much more boring do you have to be to be satisfied?"
".......What about classical music? If you aren't going to listen to it, give it back."

Jo Minjoon frowned and tried to pull the earphone. Kaya put her hand on her ear and prevented it from being taken back.

"Who says I'm not going to listen to it? It's better than listening to the wind blowing."

Kaya talked like that and sat at the arm of the bench, and then looked at the page Jo Minjoon was looking at. She frowned.

"Why are there so many difficult words?"
"It's your country's words."
"Those are extraterrestrial words masked with English."

Jo Minjoon shrugged his shoulders. Kaya talking like that wasn't unreasonable. There were many words used that were derived from French or Spanish, and even Jo Minjoon had to search in the dictionary to find the words he didn't know.

Because Kaya was leaning towards him to look at the book, her breath tickled his neck. Jo Minjoon slightly looked at Kaya and asked.

"Are you bored?"
"I have nothing to do, but I'm not bored."
"What's with having nothing to do, but not being bored?"

Kaya just looked at Jo Minjoon. Jo Minjoon's image was filled in her big, round eyes below her black and dark eyeline. He wasn't planning to keep looking at her eyes as if it was a mirror, so he adverted his sight. Why was it? That the moment he looked at her face, he felt embarrassed. Jo Minjoon opened his mouth.

"What about doing some exercise like Chloe?"
"Even you don't exercise much. Didn't I tell you? Men need to have muscle to be considered men."
"There's no need for me to become your ideal man."
"........That's true."

Kaya scratched her lips as if she wanted to say something, and then scratched her head. Jo Minjoon looked at her with uncomfortable eyes. Her disheveled hair was caught in his eyes.

"Did you wash your hair?"
"I did, last night."
"Even if you did, you have to wash your hair again when you wake up."
"My scalp is dry, so there's no need to wash it that much. What, why? Don't look at me like that. This is not being dirty, but you being overly clean."
"........We will need a judge. Chloe!"

Jo Minjoon was frowning and waved his hands at Chloe that was passing by just in time. Chloe that was wearing a tight dark blue sports clothes approached them. She wiped the sweat out on her forehead and put a confused expression.

"Why were you calling me?"
"We need a person to tell us what's black and white. Hair, because you washed it at night, can you not wash it the other day?"
"I wonder. I wash it many times because after I sweat after I exercise."
"But you do wash it after you wake up, right?"
"I tend to....... Wash it. But why?"

At Chloe's question, Jo Minjoon didn't reply. Instead, he just looked at Kaya with a smile implying that he had won. Just looking at Kaya's angry face she could guess the situation. She smiled bitterly.