I'm Richer than My Boss (A Minsul fanfiction)

Instant Ramyun

It was Sunday morning, and day two of work for the heiress maid. She woke up with a good mood.

"Hmm, how about some fresh air to start the day?" Sulli yawned once more and decided to go up the rooftop.

While taking the staircase to rooftop, Sulli heard some audible pants and breathing. She quickly hid and peeked to find out the source of those sounds. She gasped, seeing a shirtless man with a toned back doing some stretching. Enjoying her glorious little show, she witnessed the man continuing his exercise as he went down the floor and started doing some push-ups.

"Oh my gosh, those arms!" she praised and squealed as faintly as possible while her eyes followed every flex of the man's arms doing the routine. Her eyes roamed up to the face, noticing the familiar side profile of the man. Realizing who he was, Sulli went back from hiding, her both hands covering her mouth from shock.

"What are you doing there?"

Sulli jerked at her place, startled, when Minho suddenly spoke behind her. "O-oh, good morning," she said, slowly turning around to face him. "I-I'm just going to get some fresh air and do some stretching." And so she did some hip twists to prove her statement.

Hey, what makes you so nervous, Ssul? You're not even lying about what you said!

"Is that so?" Minho slightly nodded. "Ok."

Sulli finally went up to the rooftop after Minho left. "Phew! I thought he saw me peeking!" she said out of relief, wiping the cold sweat off her forehead.

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Lifting the lid, the hungry man sniffed the enticing smell coming from the simmering noodles in the casserole. His mouth watered as he waited for it to cook and finally to fill his craving stomach.

"It's almost cooked!" Minho said as he covered the lid, letting it boil for few more seconds, a smile was present on his face.

Sulli arrived and saw Minho being busy in the kitchen. "Is he cooking?" She cocked her head to the side, curious of what his boss was doing.

"So, you're eating ramyun again." She approached him and gave a judging look, knowing what the man was up to.

"What's your problem? I really like ramyun! Tss." the lad answered with a defensive tone.

"But you also ate that last night!"

"It is easy to cook!"

"Eating ramyun all the time is not healthy, you know!"

"I don't care! I eat what I want!"

Huh, this is so petty. Why am I even arguing with him?

"And-"

"Shut up now," Sulli muffled Minho's mouth with her hand, so he ended up blabbering under her palm.

Finally, she uncovered his mouth. "Eww," she muttered disgustingly, wiping off the drool against the side of her pants.

Sulli folded her arms. "Is ramyun the only food you're eating?"

"Umm, we order jajjangmyun sometimes," Minho replied simply, scratching his head.

Dissatisfied, the lady sighed and stretched out her hand. "Give me money. I will buy real food in the supermarket."

He ignored her offer. "It's more expensive."

She scoffed at his cold remark. "Hey, hospital fees are more expensive if you got sick from eating too much of that ramyun!" she insisted.