Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 298

As we approached our destination, I spotted a man wearing sunglasses in the distance.

He was grinning, showing all his teeth, and I could tell he was more excited than usual.

“Hyung [older brother or male friend], that’s Seung-jun’s dad, Hana’s dad.”

“Yeah. Professor Oh Sang-hwan.”

Shi-ha must have noticed him too, because he was waving his hands enthusiastically in the car.

Of course, he couldn’t be seen doing that.

But the professor was clearly very excited.

When he’d called, he’d given off the vibe that he didn’t really want to go, but he was asking because of the kids.

But just listening to his questions, I could tell he was interested, so I played along a little.

I just knew it in my gut.

“The professor looks really excited, right?”

“Shi-ha also excited. Excited. Hyung too?”

“Hyung is always excited because he’s with Shi-ha.”

“!!!”

Shi-ha was so touched that he started singing loudly.

Singing is a must when traveling, after all.

“Hyung! Joa [good]! Hyung! Joa! Hyung! Give me! Give me more!”

Isn’t that a milk commercial, not a ‘hyung’ song? Why are you changing the milk song to ‘hyung’ and singing it?!

And how can I give you more ‘hyung’!

“Hyung. World without! I hate even imagining it! Hate it!”

The lyrics actually fit perfectly! Actually, it’s made so that any word can be attached and it makes sense!

“I like hyung the most. Give me only hyung!”

It became an amazing song.

That means he’s really happy about camping.

“We’re here. Let’s get out here.”

“We’re here!”

When Shi-ha and I got out, we saw a landscape filled with cherry blossoms.

We’re going to camp here and enjoy the flowers.

I’d seen it while driving, but it was even more spectacular when I got out and saw it again.

The colors seen with the naked eye, not through the glass window, are different again.

If it’s Shi-ha, he will definitely store these colors in his head and express them wonderfully someday.

“Hyung. Pretty.”

“We can eat delicious food while looking at these pretty cherry blossoms.”

“Joa!”

Shi-ha was already excited and stomping his feet in place.

His arms were already raised in the air.

“Hyung. Hurry. Hurry.”

Then Baek Dong-hwan said.

“But to enjoy it, we always have to prepare!”

“Moya [what]?”

“We have to pitch a tent!”

“Tent moya?”

“That’s, well, a secret hideout!”

“Hideout!”

Now you know how to use Shi-ha’s eye-level words?

A hideout is something a child can’t resist.

Seung-jun and Hana must have heard it from where they were, and they ran over quickly.

“I want to make a hideout too! Me too!”

“Hana too! Hana too!”

Oh, oh. It’s not that easy!

“Hehehe. I’ll help too.”

Professor Oh Sang-hwan also walked over and slightly raised his sunglasses.

I can’t see his eyes, but his mouth seems full of anticipation.

“Is this the vibe of camping?”

“Professor. It hasn’t even started yet?”

“Hyungnim [term of respect for an older brother or male friend]! Camping ‘started’ from when we prepared yesterday!”

“Shi-hyuk. You still lack the vibe.”

What is it? What is it? Why do they get along so well?!

Even if you lack a little vibe, there’s no problem in living, right?

Anyway, I unloaded the luggage first and then started preparing for camping in earnest.

Shi-ha also pretended to help me and worked hard to lift the unloaded luggage.

“Kkeung [sound of exertion]!”

“Heavy?”

“Hyung. Shi-ha will put it down here!”

“Okay.”

But Shi-ha. You know I originally put it down there, right?

I play along like this.

Because Shi-ha won’t be able to actually put this luggage down.

It’s a loss if he gets hurt. A loss.

Then Baek Dong-hwan came over and gave Shi-ha a wooden mallet.

But isn’t that mallet used to crack walnuts?

“Hahaha. Shi-ha, I’ll give you the honor of making a tent.”

“Hideout?”

“Yes. Hideout.”

“Shi-ha will make a hideout. Hyung. Shi-ha gatta okke [Shi-ha can do it].”

“Okay. Be careful going.”

Shi-ha waved goodbye and left for the tent pitching area.

But it’s right next door.

Anyone would think he’s going very far.

The twins and Seung-jun’s dad were also there.

“Hyungnim. I’ll pitch the tent. Just set up the table.”

“Okay.”

I took out two long folding tables from the car.

As I was unfolding them, Seung-jun’s mom came over.

“Is there anything I can help with?”

“Ah! Then could you unfold the chairs?”

“That’s easy. The kids’ dad and everyone else went to pitch the tent.”

“Hahaha. That’s the age to like that.”

“The kids’ dad too?”

“Hahaha. I’ll pass on that comment.”

“When the table is all set up, should we start cooking something simple? I think the kids are starting to get hungry.”

“Well, it took a while to get here, so they must be hungry.”

“We’ll have a simple lunch while looking at the flowers.”

First, I set up the table under the shade and then unfolded the chairs.

Seven people will be able to sit around it.

Seung-jun’s mom put a gas burner on the table and took out a pot.

She poured some broth that she had brought in advance.

“Wow. What is it?”

“Ah! I brought it to make dumpling soup.”

“Keueu [sound of anticipation]. Then shall I put some knife-cut noodles in the dumpling soup? I brought ramen.”

Just hearing it makes me swallow hard.

I gave a thumbs up.

While setting up like that, I watched Shi-ha from time to time, and he was having a lot of fun.

“Shi-ha. You hit the ground with this wooden mallet.”

“Shi-ha ara [Shi-ha knows]. Walnuts also break.”

“Hana tried hard but it didn’t break.”

Baek Dong-hwan and Seung-jun’s dad were working hard to pitch the tent.

Whenever they hammered the steel stakes, they always called the kids.

“Kids. Finish it.”

Dong-hwan. Dong-hwan. Because you said that, it sounds like you’re telling them to bury someone.

I must be mistaken that it sounds like they’re telling them to clean up the mess?

Not feeling that nuance, Shi-ha ran over and tapped the wooden mallet.

“Go in. Go in.”

“Shi-ha. I want to do it too.”

“Hana too. Hana too.”

“Seung-jun, Hana gachi hae [do it together].”

The three of them take turns hammering the stakes.

In the order of Shi-ha, Seung-jun, and Hana.

The way they are squatting is so cute. I should take out the kimbap [Korean seaweed rice rolls] and help pitch the tent to see it in more detail.

“Wow. Nice tent.”

“Hyungnim. Please help us.”

“Okay. Teach me roughly how to do it.”

“Yes!”

I feel like the tent is being assembled faster than I thought.

The children also shone their eyes on the hideout that was gradually being completed.

“Shi-ha. I saw that somewhere. Circus. Circus.”

“Circus?”

“Hana also saw it on TV. They perform in places like that when they do circus.”

I guess they’re talking about something like a circus tent.

Shi-ha just tilted his head because he didn’t know what that word was.

“Shi-ha. Circus is, umm. People jump really high or play on ropes in the sky.”

“The Sun and the Moon!”

“That’s a lifeline…….”

Come to think of it, if the Sun and the Moon played on ropes, it would be a circus.

“Anyway, the hideout is complete!”

“Daedanae [amazing]!”

“Shi-hyuk hyung is the best.”

“Shi-hyuk oppa [term used by younger females to address older males] is the best.”

Huh? Baek Dong-hwan and the professor did the hard work? I just helped a little with the finishing touches.

Oh? Won’t the two of them get sulky if this happens?

When I looked back, the two of them were looking at the tent with a certain vibe.

Let’s just not worry about it.

“Hyung. I want to go in.”

“Huh? Ah! That’s right. Shall we go in?”

But the opportunity to enter had to be postponed until next time.

Because the dumpling soup, which was boiled with broth in advance, was all finished.

“Everyone, eat!”

“Yes!”

***

The combination of ramen and kimbap is good, but the combination of dumpling soup and kimbap was amazing.

It was very delicious with the knife-cut noodles.

I thought I would leisurely look around and savor the food, but I was so hungry that I ate it greedily.

Shi-ha also put a noodle in his mouth and made a slurping sound.

“Hyung. Mashisseo [delicious].”

“Really?”

“Aaa.”

“It’s even more delicious if you eat this kimbap with the soup.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

I like kimbap that I make at home, and I especially like making the rice chewy.

If you wrap kimbap with that rice mixed with sesame seeds, it’s incredibly delicious.

“Hyungnim. You wrap kimbap really well.”

“Oh my. Shi-hyuk. Do you want to marry into our family?”

“Lee Shi-hyuk. You…….”

I think the professor mumbled something strange at the end, but I couldn’t hear it well.

I guess it means it’s delicious?

“Well, I’ve been wrapping kimbap often since I was young…….”

“Really?”

“Hahaha. Yes.”

I just wrapped kimbap when I went on school trips or retreats.

Why don’t you just buy it?

If I wrap this much in the morning, wouldn’t my father eat?

Well, my father could have eaten on his own, but this was also my childish stubbornness.

Of course, my father wasn’t very good at cooking either.

“The first dish my father made for me was Jjapaghetti [instant black bean noodles], and it was very devastating.”

“Yes? How was it?”

“Well, everyone eats Jjapaghetti differently, but my father liked to pour a little water and then put in the soup and cook it. But cough. The black Jjapaghetti became even blacker. Cough. I threw it all away.”

“Ah…….”

In short, it was so overcooked that it was very salty.

I don’t know if it was a mistake, but the shock was quite big.

Of course, he didn’t make such mistakes after that.

But isn’t the first impression important?

I wanted my place at home, but my father’s cooking skills also played a part in why I cook.

“It’s all memories. Well. Haha.”

I feel relaxed after eating to some extent.

Baek Dong-hwan got up and said.

“Now we have to do the dishes.”

“Ah, that’s right.”

I’m full and it’s annoying, but I had to do the dishes.

I heard that you can do it at the public facilities.

Then Seung-jun’s dad shouted.

“Wait! We decide who does the dishes with a game.”

“Yes?”

“We came all the way here, but it’s no fun to just divide the roles.”

Seung-jun’s mom shook her head as if she couldn’t stop him.

Seung-jun’s dad was very excited today.

“What game are you going to play?”

“Let’s play the ‘catch the mouse’ game.”

“Isn’t that too old of a game?”

“Why! An old man is playing an old game!”

Seung-jun’s dad was very confident.

If you think about it, the kids could join in too.

“Hyung. What is catching the ji [mouse]?”

“Yeah. Not ji, but jwi [the correct pronunciation]. Jwi. It’s a game to catch jwi.”

“Jaemi kketta [it will be fun]!”

“Really?”

First, we roughly explained the rules.

The person who starts says the number of mice, and the next person says one of two choices: ‘caught’ or ‘missed’.

If you catch them all, you all have to say ‘Euaak!’ [sound of surprise or defeat]

Then repeat again.

“You’ll get a feel for it if you try it. The kids can count up to 5 now!”

That’s true.

Maybe they even know 100?

“Then shall I start?”

“Yes!”

We are sitting in a circle, so the order is from Seung-jun’s dad clockwise.

Dad, Mom, Hana, Seung-jun, Shi-ha, Shi-hyuk, Baek Dong.

“Let’s catch the mouse. Let’s catch the mouse. Squeak squeak squeak. Let’s catch the mouse. Let’s catch the mouse. Squeak squeak squeak. How many mice~”

“Five!”

Caught. Missed. Caught.

And Shi-ha’s turn.

“Ako!”

Shi-ha. You’re hitting your forehead, but you have to say you missed it. What is Ako. What is Ako.

His usual habit came out.

The professor was ruthless.

“Shi-ha eliminated!”

“Wait a minute! Ako is also an expression of missing.”

“That’s too much of a stretch.”

“What do you mean it’s a stretch? Then let’s have a practice game. A practice game.”

“Cough. The first practice game is the rule.”

“Shi-ha. You’re alive.”

“Whew~”

Shi-ha stroked his chest.

It’s cute.

“Let’s start again. Three~”

Caught. Caught. Caught.

We have to shout Euaak because we caught three.

“Euaak!”

But Shi-ha missed it again this time.

“Jabattta [caught it]~”

Shi-ha. We already caught all the mice!

If this continues, Shi-ha will be included in the 3 dishwashing members!

Seung-jun and Hana laugh gleefully because it’s fun.

“Hahaha. Shi-ha got caught!”

“Hahaha. Shi-ha lost.”

“Hyung. Shi-ha caught the mouse!”

No. You can’t brag because you didn’t catch it.

The professor sent a sinister smile.

“Hehehe. Shi-ha is the winner of dishwashing.”

“Wait a minute. Professor.”

“Why? Anyone can see that you made a big mistake! You can’t insist on a practice game.”

I got up.

I took out my phone from my pocket and shook it confidently.

“I’ll use the one and only super pass!”

The professor looked at me as if he was dumbfounded.

“What kind of Superstar K [Korean singing competition show] is this…….”

Ah, I don’t know! Just let Shi-ha live in this round.”

Even I thought it was very brazen.