Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 483

Extracurricular 58: Vacation (12)

The woman was surprised by Siha’s words and responded,

“Oh, really? I saw you drawing so well on TV! Is it okay for you to draw for us?”

The woman’s eyes widened.

Siha nodded, putting kimbap in his mouth.

“Do you have paper and a pen?”

“Of course, we do. Sometimes when celebrities come, we get their autographs. Though that doesn’t happen often.”

Come to think of it, I noticed a few autographs on the wall of the store.

I’ve always felt like those autographs are some kind of *matjib* [a restaurant that is known to be particularly delicious] certificate?

Well, they say if a celebrity who eats well visits, people find the place easily.

With the increase in *tteokbokki* [spicy rice cake] franchise stores, I suddenly thought that these kinds of snack bars might have a hard time.

“Here.”

The woman brought two pieces of paper and two pens.

Why two?

“Hahaha. Please, the translator, give us your autograph too.”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

I never expected they would ask for my autograph.

Well, I’m not that famous, so I don’t know if this autograph will be useful.

“I’m not very famous.”

“Hey. If you’ve been on TV, you’re a celebrity. What do you mean you’re not famous?”

I might have been quite famous when ‘Worker Ant’ was a hot topic.

But now, not so much.

It would be a big mistake to think that you become famous just by appearing on a program once.

The reality is that many people don’t know.

In fact, after the broadcast, my life wasn’t significantly inconvenienced.

Honestly, I was surprised that the woman recognized me.

Well, she must be a fan of MC Kim Yuhan, so that’s how she recognized me.

“Haha. Then I’ll leave my autograph with Siha’s drawing.”

“Wow. That would be great.”

Siha started drawing with the pen.

The lines extending without hesitation were very refreshing.

Before I knew it, the students came closer.

“Um, can we watch?”

“Ah. Yes, go ahead.”

What difficulty would there be in watching?

You can watch as much as you want.

The students also watched the drawing that Siha was drawing with amazement.

“Wow. He draws really fast.”

“I know. It looks like it’ll be finished soon.”

What Siha was drawing was the scenery of the store seen from the outside.

There is a snack bar sign, and inside there is *tteokbokki* and *sundae* [Korean sausage] wrapped in plastic.

The woman’s profile was also simply drawn inside, with wrinkles around her mouth and distinctive features.

After drawing the overall large picture, he meticulously worked on shading with the pen in his hand.

The parts where the shadows fall in black.

Or the parts where lines meet and the outline is drawn thickly.

It looked very high quality considering it was drawn quickly.

It might have been prettier if colors were added, but the drawing drawn only in black also had quite a feel.

There is a saying that a good drawing is different from the sketch.

In that sense, Siha’s line drawing must be among the best.

“This is like this.”

Siha drew the woman’s apron.

And there is a plate in her hand, and on top of it, there were dumplings piled up like a mountain.

The dumplings were much taller than the woman.

It was exaggeratedly drawn and looked like it would touch the ceiling.

And on the square paper sticking out of the apron pocket, [00] was written.

A man showing his back sitting on an empty table and chair inside the store was turning his head and handing over money.

[1,000 won] [approximately $1 USD]

The amount of money that is too small compared to the mountain of dumplings stands out.

“Ah…….”

I think I knew what Siha intended.

It must have been to show the woman’s heart that she gives a lot compared to the money she receives.

And if you look closely at the back of the sitting man, the collar is drawn, and the chair had a school bag hanging on it.

The bag’s zipper was open, and one book was exaggeratedly sticking out.

What was written there was [Korean History].

It was a student’s bag that anyone could see.

‘The student’s bag is open. It’s not that there’s a Korean history book in the front, but there’s a Korean history book in the very back.’

Siha’s heart was contained in the picture like a photograph.

It wasn’t just a landscape of the store, but a warm picture of sharing each other’s hearts was drawn.

“Hey. Isn’t this you?”

“Oh. This is my bag that’s open?”

The three students laughed and looked at Siha’s painting.

“But he draws really well.”

“There are so many dumplings. Did he draw it like that on purpose?”

“It looks like you have to pay 10,000 won instead of 1,000 won?”

One student said.

“Isn’t it showing the cost-effectiveness? If you just draw it moderately, you wouldn’t know.”

“Oh. That’s it.”

“Is this 1,000 won? There’s a feeling. Oh! Is that right?”

Siha, who put a slight smile on the woman’s lips, put down the pen.

“It’s all done.”

Clap clap clap.

Everyone applauded.

Even the woman and the students who watched from the side.

“Wow. To draw a picture like this. Thank you so much.”

“Amazing. He drew it really quickly.”

“It was completed very quickly.”

“Wow. If I had drawn that well at that age, I would have quit studying right away.”

Even so, I didn’t think it was right to quit studying.

Because it’s hard to make a living with drawing in the first place.

Siha picked up the pen and handed it to me.

“Hyung [older brother or male friend]. Write the title.”

“Huh?”

I never thought I would come all the way here and write the title.

I pondered for a moment and said.

“Containing hearts and eating memories.”

I thought that it would remind me of that snack bar in my school days.

Of course, I order various *tteokbokki* from franchise stores these days.

Still, I thought that even the students now would have these kinds of memories once in a while.

Just like those students over there.

I asked Siha.

“How is it?”

“Good! Very good!”

Maybe he just likes everything I say?

I have some reasonable doubts?

I was about to say, ‘How about eating farts?’, but the woman next to me gave me a thumbs up.

“The title is good.”

“Hahaha.”

If I say ‘eating farts’ here, I’ll get cursed at, right?

The students who were watching said.

“It’s a bit cheesy, but it’s not bad either.”

“It suits it perfectly? I like that kind of thing.”

“I can’t think of anything when I hear that.”

They were funny students.

Well, it’s an emotional phrase.

I picked up the pen and wrote the title.

And I wrote SIHA in English for the autograph.

It’s a bit weird to have my autograph in there.

“I’ll skip my autograph.”

“Yes. Yes.”

The woman said that, so I felt a little gloomy for no reason.

Should I just do it?

The woman received the picture with sparkling eyes.

“I feel bad receiving a picture like this as a service.”

Siha said.

“It’s okay. I got dumplings.”

Siha put the dumplings in his mouth.

He chewed and ate deliciously.

The woman smiled and said.

“Is that enough?”

“Yes. I’ll be full if I eat all of this.”

“Then next time you come, I’ll give you another service.”

“Thank you.”

I don’t know when I’ll come here again, but I thought Siha had made a good relationship.

A student who was watching said.

“Can’t you draw one for me too?”

Siha shook his head and said.

“No!”

*Tsundere* [a character who is initially cold and hostile but gradually reveals a warmer, friendlier side] Siha appeared.

The student asked.

“Huh? Why not?”

“Because it’s a million won [approximately $1,000 USD] from now on.”

Suddenly the price skyrocketed.

Siha’s value soared in an instant.

The student said.

“Ah, if it’s a million won, I can’t help it. Then can I take a picture of that picture?”

“That’s okay.”

He allowed pictures.

But Siha. You gave the picture to the woman, so shouldn’t the woman allow the picture?

Why doesn’t the woman find it strange either?

Looking at the woman, she was seriously thinking about something.

“Ah. Where should I put this well?”

She was searching for a place where it wouldn’t be crumpled.

I’m grateful that you like Siha’s picture.

***

I came back home with Siha.

Uncle was collapsed on the sofa and made a groaning sound.

“What are you doing, Uncle?”

“Stomach…….”

“Stomach?”

“I’m hungry…….”

He groaned on the sofa and made dying noises.

I guess he skipped lunch too.

I don’t know why he endures like that without just eating something.

“Where did you guys go?”

“We…….”

Siha pulled on my pants.

He put his index finger to his mouth.

“Hyung. Shh. Shh. It’s a secret.”

I stroked Siha’s hair as if it was okay.

Looking at Uncle, I said.

“I went to the market with Siha and ate cheaply.”

“What? What did you eat?”

“*Tteokbokki*, *sundae*, *kimbap* [seaweed rice rolls], dumplings?”

“You ate that much?!”

“Well, it’s lunch, so we ate cheaply.”

“When I saw it, you spent a lot of money even if you ate cheaply. Hahaha. I knew it.”

Uncle clenched his fist and raised his hand up. He was very happy.

Maybe he thinks he’s running in first place.

Sorry, but Siha is in first place.

Because he currently has 22,000 won.

“Good. Shall I have a delicious dinner too!”

Uncle opened his eyes wide and turned on the delivery app.

“Delivery is expensive, so I’ll pack it [get takeout]. Where…….”

I guess he’s thinking of having a hearty dinner.

“I’m going to eat a 6,000 won pizza. Takeout.”

“Oooo.”

Uncle made a phone call and ordered a bulgogi pizza.

“With this, I can save on late-night snacks later.”

Now Uncle has 4,000 won left.

Since he has 6,000 won left, I thought I could have a decent dinner too.

“Hyung. What are we eating for dinner?”

“Hmm. What should we eat?”

“I want to eat spaghetti and omelet rice!”

“That would be good.”

Uncle suddenly came out.

“Are you going to order it?”

“No. I’ll just have to make it. Spaghetti and omelet rice are enough with the remaining money.”

“Hahaha. Is it okay to spend it like that? I won this time.”

Uncle lay on the sofa as if he was excited and shook his arms loosely.

Uncle covered his mouth with his hand and laughed as he looked at the sight.

“Hahaha. Siha, isn’t it funny to you too? But what a pity, you lost to your uncle.”

Uncle didn’t seem to know why Siha was covering his mouth and laughing.

He’s mistaking that he’s laughing at his dance.

Siha is laughing at the fact that Uncle is being premature.

Lee Siha, who took a big step closer to the winner.

Is that what they call composure?

“First, shall we see what ingredients we have?”

Spaghetti was easy to make.

If you have noodles and spaghetti sauce, it’s done in a jiffy.

If you have mozzarella cheese on top of that, you can eat it full.

“There’s some meat left too.”

Uncle looked in surprise.

“Are you going to put meat in it too? Aren’t you being too extravagant?”

“It’s okay because I’m going to combine it with Siha’s money.”

“That’s unfair! A union! No way. I’ll give you the exact price.”

“Who’s being unfair?”

“A third party has to do this accurately.”

I wondered if this was something I had to do this far.

I smiled and started taking out the ingredients.

Spaghetti noodles, sauce, mozzarella cheese, minced pork, green onion, olive oil, eggs, ketchup, ham, carrots, onions, etc.

“Aren’t you going to exceed the budget?”

“I have 6,000 won.”

“You only have 6,000 won.”

“It’s okay. It’s home-cooked food. I think I’ll use all 6,000 won if I calculate it, but if I combine it with Siha, it’s 12,000 won. That’s enough to get the value.”

“Hmm. Well, good. I’m the only one who’s happy because you’re spending all the money. Haha!”

Uncle picked up his phone and looked at the time.

“Ah, I have to go get the pizza now. I think it’ll be out just when I get there.”

“Yes. See you later.”

Uncle hummed and left the house.

It’s a little quieter now.

He must be thinking it’ll be easy to beat 0 won.

Tsk tsk tsk. That was a very blue dream [a naive or unrealistic hope].

Siha came to me.

“Hyung. Uncle is stupid. Stupid.”

“No. It’s usually right to think that way.”

Who would know?

That he made money by selling paintings.

Even if I hadn’t stopped Bae Sang-hyun, Siha’s money would have been over 5 million won.

Well, Bae Sang-hyun, who doesn’t have many cards, wouldn’t have been able to withdraw that much cash.

“Then shall we do some preliminary preparations?”

“Yes! I want to help too.”

“Will you?”

“Yes!”

“Then Siha, chop the ham into small pieces.”

“Yes!”

I handed Siha a child’s knife.

The ham cuts well, so there’s no chance of hurting your hands.

Still, safety is always important.

“Here. Round your hands and cut like this.”

“Yes!”

Square square square.

He cut it into squares well.

I watched Siha and washed and prepared the ingredients.

Taktaktaktak.

The knife moved rhythmically on the cutting board. The ingredients that cut well.

Siha watched the sight and was amazed.

“Hyung. I want to cut that fast too.”

“If Siha gets used to cutting, it will naturally get faster.”

“Then I’ll get faster when I’m in 4th grade.”

“Why 4th grade?”

“They say 4th grade is from high grades! I’m in 1st grade, so I’m in low grades!”

What on earth is a high grade that you can cut quickly with a knife if you become a high grade?

Do you have any secrets of high grades that I don’t know?

I don’t know where they make those standards.

Come to think of it, didn’t you say you could go to school alone when you turn 10?

It’s not a game, but you seem to acquire some skills at each stage of age.