Love Director [ENG]

Chapter 3: Serving Aphros

Even though three days had passed, Paint still found fresh bamboo shoots to make bamboo shoot soup, spicy stir-fried bamboo shoots, stir-fried bamboo shoots with basil, bamboo shoot curry, and other various bamboo shoot dishes that Aphros had to remind him to order each time.

After three days, there were nowhere to be found, because the local market couldn't find bamboo shoots anymore. Moreover, whenever Paint thought of bamboo shoots, he would immediately think of stir-fried bamboo shoots from the flea market. They were already Philing, so he wouldn't have to do it himself and make a mess.

He may have peeled them in the past himself and cooked them himself, but that was when his family went on a trip and bought them on the way back, or when someone had brought them over. It would probably not be coincidental for someone to bring them over right around the time when Aphros said he wanted to eat them. If Paint couldn't make them for him, then he would feel even more discouraged then he already was...

"I think it's not that hard to find. Why won't you find some and make them for me, Paint?" The stubborn person retorted.

"Then, why do I do it for you? The nong tiredly replied.

His Phi shot back right away ."You're spoiled"

How would he even know? That thought made Paint shake his head, but he still answered calmly, "So, if I make it, will you make sure that you both finish it and eat your vegetables?"

Over the course of several days, Paint discovered how Aphros and his nephew Plerng were different. While Plerng ate every kind of vegetable (because he valued the health of his skin more than anything else), Aphros would avoid eating vegetables as much as possible. The soft stews in the pots didn't count, but if it was stir-fried kale with crispy pork, only kale was left. If he made noodles with roasted pork and topped it with boiled bok choy, only bok choy was left.

[ T/n: bok choi is Chinese cabbage ]

He was really curious about whether people here would actually eat stir-fried bamboo shoots. If it were the case, they'd probably just throw it away. Aphros was silent for a moment, but Paint knew that he wouldn't give up easily.

"See, you don't want to buy and make them for me to eat. All because I don't eat vegetables." He blamed him for everything.

"Aphros, are you a kid?" Paint couldn't help but ask with a gloomy face. Was he allowed to call him a kid? Was it even the right word to describe him?

"Do you think a person who's almost forty can be called a kid?"

"You're a grown up, but you also act like a kid." The slender figure cleared her throat and hung the clothes that had just been washed and hung on the clothesline to dry.

Three days had passed since Paint had been there, and then in addition to cook for Aphros, he also did the housework. The whole thing had started when Aphros saw him take the laundry to wash for him, he asked if he could help again. The nong said he could because he got half of his salary (which Plerng transferred to him when the work was done) and even if his friend had been there, he would not have dared to refuse.

But as Aphros asked nicely, he agreed to do it immediately. However, doing household chores while an adult man was in his underwear, shorts and slippers, sitting cross-legged, staring at him and talking bossily hurt his conscience and made him want to scratch his head.

"Good people aren't afraid of eating vegetables." said Paint as he bent down to pick up his shirt.

"I'm not afraid. I just don't like it."

"What's the difference?"

"Is the meaning different in Thai?"

Paint, a pure Thai person, glanced at the questioner and saw that Aphros was in a good mood, teasing him until he lost interest and went back to hanging the laundry.