" This doesn't make sense" I looked at the brochure and sighed.
" I know, this requires a thing called 'sensibility' , which you unfortunately lack. slow -witted".
He laid back on his couch with the obnoxious smirk plastered on his face.
" I thou...
The yellow Mustang halts in front of the entrance gate. A 36 years old Park Ji Woo makes her way out of the passenger seat , clad in a red summer dress. A polka dotted scarf around her neck and dark cat-eye glasses to disguise her pretty youthful face. The security agents circled around her before the swarming reporters could attack the Globally famous fashion designer. The press cars crowded the entire street in front of the villa. The woman smiles while attempting to answer the questions.
"Eomma, Are you back?"A little girl runs through the gravel walkway towards the gathering. She leaps into her mother's soft embrace as her mother opens forward her arms to pick up her adorable daughter.
" Ji eun aah, say hello to uncle and aunties!" Her eyes wrinkle with the beaming smile. The little obedient girl bows to greet the reporters. "Annyeong, Park Ji Eun mida." The amicable voice calls out.
The reporters huddle in excitement as they hear the name of the little girl.
"Designer Park,will you officially introduce your daughter in the upcoming Paris fashion week?" A middle aged reporter enquire.
"Maybe this is the right time." She makes a thoughtful face. "What to do, Ji eun ahh will you accompany Mommy?" The woman looks at her daughter lovingly when she gives a nod of affirmation. Everyone roar in laughter.
This was one of those few unforgettable memories that I have with my mother. The talks of how my cooking resembled to that of my mother's , rang a bell in my head.
"Mmmhhh, Lady Jeon, The tteokbokki(spicy rice cake and broth) is wonderful. The taste took me back to the old times when my wife, Hana used to cook for me." Uncle Namjoon passes compliment to Ajumma.
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" Master Kim, you should give the credits to someone else for making you reminisce the good old days with her magical cooking skills." Ajumma looks at me with a proud smile spreading on her face.
"Yeah! I can even distinguish with my eyes closed whatever Ji eun cooks. The recipe smells like her" Oh Jin stuffs her face with another spoonful of the spicy broth. Everyone laughs at her response and she instantly pulls me down by elbows whispering , " Hya, did that sound inappropriate?"
"I wonder, maybe. Why?"
" Everyone laughed out loud, tell me it was for some other reason. See, even Jungkook is staring at me." She throws a nervous smile in his direction. Jimin clears his throat, signalling us to behave like normal civilised beings which earned him glares and colourful cuss words.
Taehyung enters the dining room and grabs a chair. Ajumma serves him the dishes while I pass a bowl of tteokbokki. He stares at the bowl and looks at my face.
" He doesn't like the dish Ji Euna. It was the last dish ever made for him by late Lady Kim." She tells me under her breath while moving forward to take back the dish.
