𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗔𝗗 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 (a TAELICE adaptation)

CHAPTER 17

Taehyung had always been quick and efficient when it came to cooking. In less than twenty minutes, three dishes had come out of the pan.

Smelling the enticing aroma, two young girls from the automobile repair shop's finance department, each carrying a stainless steel lunchbox, came over to ask for a couple spoonfuls of food. After tasting some, they were full of praise.

" Taehyung oppa, your cooking skills are so good. How come, then, these last couple of days, if it hasn't been fried rice then it's been instant noodles for you? "

" There was just me. Didn't want to go for the trouble. "

Disliking that there was so much airborne grease and smoke, Taehyung turned on the hood fan over the stove. Then he pulled out a cigarette and lit it in the stove's flame.

" We have so many people. Taehyung oppa, if you're willing to cook, we're totally okay with paying food costs. "

Taehyung turned a deaf ear to these remarks.

Inside the pot, the broth, along with the fish meat in it, which had been cooked until soft and falling apart, was boiling and releasing a thick, milky colour. Although the little grass carp that Juno brought back was not enough to eat, but it made a pretty good soup. He scooped out some with a spoonful of soup, and reaching behind his back, grabbed Lalisa's and brought her over in front of himself.

" Have a try. Is it salty? "

Under the watchful gazes of two pairs of eyes, Lalisa blew on the soup for a little bit, then had a taste.

" Nope, not salty. "

Taehyung enjoyed taking in her appearance when she ate. In the past when he cooked for her, whenever she was happy from eating, she would twitch her nose. Very satisfied and very content, she would lean in and kiss him with greasy lips, then say.

" Paying you for the meal. "

Wishing there was more, Lalisa finished off the rest of the soup in the spoon.

" This soup is so fresh and delicate-tasting. "

Taehyung took an inhale from the cigarette in his right hand, his gaze locking with Lalisa's. A delicious aroma pervaded everywhere, and the scent of cigarette smoke was also strong.

As he gazed at her in this moment, Lalisa actually had a certain feeling—she felt that, in front of all those eyes, he was going to kiss her...

Taehyung turned his head to the side to blow a cloud of smoke out the window, a trace of a smile showing on his face.

Shortly after, a middle-aged woman, with hair that was piled in a high bun on her head and shiny from all the hair mousse in it, strolled out from the finance office. She first took a glance at the fish soup before carefully scrutinizing Lalisa's face. Then, taking a spoon from the hand of one of the girls, she had a taste.

" Taehyung's cooking really is very good. His future wife is certainly going to get to enjoy the good life. "

She was Taehyung's relative, a wife of his mother's male cousin.

He did not need to think too deeply to know that his mother's visit here that had " coincidentally " allowed her to see Lalisa was undoubtedly thanks to this person.

The light of the sun streamed through those tendrils of gray smoke. It was similar to those movies that she has watched out in the open-air square when she was a kid. The light projecting from the machine had been this same type of light, making visible the dust that drifted and danced in the air. Up close, they were clearly just light and dust, but after that light was projected dozens of metres away onto that large screen, it became the coherent, visual picture of a story. So remarkable.