Love Director [ENG]

Chapter 1: Job interview, Aphros' style

"Let's make fried bamboo shoots instead."

"Aphros, I told you that not all bamboo shoots are edible. And your bamboo shoots are so old that we cannot eat them anymore."

Paint didn't know if he should be laughing or feeling tired of being kind because he had told his Phi three times that the bamboo shoots he had drugged up to fill his arms were too old to cook. Not only did he had no clue what kind of bamboo he was growing along the entire fence, he didn't even know if he could eat it or not. But Aphros kept proposing new dishes as if he could eat them all.

"Then make bamboo shoots in bamboo soup. Boil them and so they will become soft and you can eat it yourself." Aphros proposed.

Was Paint dealing with a former famous actor or just a stubborn old man? The nong glanced at the big man sitting on the kitchen counter stool, he was using the end of a cheesecloth to wipe off the sweat soaking his face.

But his sharp face still radiated with a stubbornness that made Paint remind him of...

"Just like my eyes."

Oh, exactly like his grandfather who passed away two years ago.

"Who do you mean?"

Paint quickly turned around to look at the kitchen, a luxurious style that was taken out of a home decorating magazine. He was afraid that saying it out loud would make his employer unsatisfied from the first day of work

"Looks so old and green."

"Eh..."

"Ah, not that young anymore. It will wilt a little." The flustered person immediately turned around, to correct his words.

"It his age."

Paint opened his eyes wide because... Aphros was pulling up the waistband of his pants, looking down at what was hidden inside.

"Aphros, what are you doing?!" Paint asked in shock, looking at the person who had raised his head to meet his eyes.

Then, he said with his whole mouth. "Well, you said that uncle's bamboo shoots are old. So I checked its condition."

"I didn't mean... I didn't mean... that. I'm talking about this bamboo shoot, not that bamboo shoot!!!"

How could Paint forget that he was the same uncle who raised his friend Plerng with his own hands!? Paint mouth could just tremble but repeat the same sentence like a person who wasn't hiding a double meaning. Then he swooped over and crabbed an old bamboo shoot and held it up to show to Aphros while his face was turning red. He explained to the other person that he wasn't referring to his uncle's bamboo at all.

"Later, let me clarify."

Aphros nodded, letting go of the waistband of his elastic pants, the rubber clinging, acting as if nothing had happened just now by changing the subject with a straight face.

"So you agreed to make bamboo shoot soup for me to eat, right?"

"Aphros, I already told you that your bamboo shoots are so old that they can't be eaten!" The conversation didn't move forward, causing Paint to shout loudly, forgetting the embarrassment of having someone stand and look at the little worm in front of him. Completely lost, he then proceeded to drag the other man with a towering size to get up from his chair, out of the kitchen. Paint assumed that if he let the chaos continue, they probably won't get to eat lunch.

"Where do you want me to go? This is my house."

"Wherever you want to go, just go. As soon as I'm done, I'll call you."