We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love)

Chapter 82: Volunteer Camp (Part 1)

*This chapter hasn't been proofread.

"Ee Parkkkkkkkk!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, Ee Jae!"

"I've been calling you forever. Where the hell have you been? Why did you just show up now, huh? And why are you dressed like this? Does your house happen to be on Sicily Island or something? Why are you dressing like it's freezing? Honestly, that scarf around your neck isn't enough—how about draping a whole cloth over your face instead, you silly mongoose? Go help P'Peem carry the basket. NOW!"

Green's screeching echoed early in the morning. That's just how it is in our welfare team—we wake up before everyone and sleep later than them (even harder than slaves). We have to get up early to cook, and at night we have to prepare rice because if we wait until morning, it won't be ready in time. We don't have an electric rice cooker here.

But Green is an absolute genius. She used the traditional method to cook the rice, and yet it was perfectly done. The fact that we campers didn't starve and had rice to eat throughout the past two weeks is all thanks to Green. When I praised her, saying, "Why are you so talented, Green?" she smiled so proudly, like her smile could compete with the lid of a rice pot.

I couldn't help but burst out laughing when I saw Green standing with hands on hips, pointing and scolding N'Park in full dramatic fashion. The reason? Park was too busy dressing up like he was heading to Milan Winter Fashion Week, completely ignoring how chaotic everyone else was trying to prepare breakfast. That's why Green lost it.

I get it—I know the mornings here are pretty cold, with thick fog and heavy dew everywhere. Honestly, you don't even want to touch water. But still, no matter how cold it gets, Park really... overdoes it. The beanie, the coat, and—most dramatically—the scarf, which from a distance, looks like an anaconda strangling his neck.

"Oh, you hillbilly! This is called British aristocratic style, you know! An old hag like you wouldn't understand it."

"Oh, oh, oh! British aristocratic style, huh? Pfft, for someone like you, even budget fashion from Pahurat Market is fancy enough. Now go help P'Peem carry the pots and chopping boards to wash, right! MOVE!'

Hahaha! Now you know what the guys in the welfare team do. Our main duties? Carry, lift, haul, fetch water, slaughter chickens, chop pork, lift giant pans—basically, anything heavy that the girls can't handle, we do it all. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the true value of men in the welfare team. T^T

"Just let him be, Green. It's so rare for him to get a chance to dress up. If he were in Bangkok, he'd probably never get to wear something like this—unless he went strolling in an ice factory." said P'May while laughing at Park, as she prepared coffee and Ovaltine for the camp.

While the girls only needed a simple jacket and scarf, Park kept complaining that no one appreciated his sense of fashion. He teased Green for a while before finally running over to help me carry pots and pans to wash. As for the dishes from each meal, we take turns washing them according to our assigned colors. Oh, we have a color-coded sports system—I'll tell you about it later. It's wild.

"Wow, P'Peem, do we have to wash all of this? P'Green is so ruthless! The water is freezing cold! Do I have to take off my gloves?"

Turns out, you're more worried about your accessories than anything else, Park?

"You can wash with your gloves on if you want. Stop complaining and go fetch some water already."

Park kept grumbling about this and that, but as soon as P'May, N'Kook, and the other girls joined in to help with the washing, he was all smiles.