32 – Street Restaurant (4)

“Oh my gosh!”

PD Hong half screamed.

It was because of the image reflected on the broadcast camera.

S-class Hunter Shion Murakami.

A person who can’t be known.

“Wow, that’s great.”

A loud siren went off in PD Hong’s head.

This is a scoop!

Other people’s reactions were no different. Screams rang out in the situation room of the street corner restaurant.

“Me, who is that person?”

“Ugh. Isn’t that person Zion?”

“No, right?”

It was rare to not recognize Zion. Because he was a hunter with the title of ‘World’s Best’. It was not just once or twice that it was featured in various media, it was natural.

“By the way, Shi-nim, how did Shion-sama go over there…? ?”

It was Zion who hadn’t even visited Korea yet. Moreover, she has a mysterious feel, and even in Japan, she is a person whose face is not often shown.

‘What is it?’

The joy was followed by embarrassment.

The filming team and cast members who grasped the situation had a lot of questions in their heads.

**

Baek Jong-eon told me, unable to hide his excitement.

“How did that person know and come here?”

“What is it? You must have come to eat noodles.”

After pouring the broth over the noodles, it was placed on a tray and brought to Zion’s table. Shion said ‘I’ll eat well’ and started to inhale.

“I know that because I see it! I’m curious about how that famous lady is here.”

“Hmm, I do have some acquaintances… ”

Even as I spoke, I was worried about how to get through this crisis.

-Korea boss class! Best friends with Zion?

-The reason why Japan fell backwards and broke its nose! Shion Murakami, strong attachment to Korea.

-Do you think South Korea will recruit Zion? Early days of experts!

-Noodle house that even the best hunter in Japan fell in love with!

A dizzying situation that is already being replayed.

It was a big concern because I don’t like noisy things.

‘Are you coming at this time?’

Chop chop chop.

Shion, whether he knew what I was feeling or not, was eagerly eating the noodles. Still, I have to keep my promise.

He sighed deeply.

“Me, CEO.”

“Yes?”

“Could you please make sure this doesn’t go on air?”

Jonghyun had a very puzzled look on his face. Then he nodded slightly.

“That’s right. Because this is out of our realm.”

“really?”

Rather, I was surprised and asked. It is because greed is a lawful situation from the point of view of broadcasting.

“What do you see people as? It’s obvious what will happen if this goes on air. We are the ones who help the boss, not the ones who make it difficult.”

“Wow… … ”

Is this the mindset of a successful person?

It was great. I looked up to him with sincere admiration…

match!

He slapped me on the back and said.

“Still, you have to pay for the noodles!”

He carried out his will!

**

Shion finished eating the noodles and stood in front of the counter.

“Master. calculate.”

“uh. I’m fine.”

Giving Shion free noodles was not an empty word. Because the benefits to her are ignorantly great.

However, Shion shook his head.

“No. If you eat, you have to pay.”

“… well are you okay? First of all, you are free.”

“Zion, lots of money. No need to worry.”

Xion’s Korean skills improved gradually. Although not perfect, I was able to speak sentences to some extent.

That’s it.

There was no reason not to take the money. I nodded.

“If you want to pay, mine. You are free.”

“yes.”

Shion inserted the card and dialed the number.

1. 0000000… … .

“?”

Something, I pressed 0 too many times.

There was a beep and the receipt was printed. I looked at the receipt with confused eyes.

One, ten, hundred, thousand… …

cloth?

Zion counted 10 million won!

“Hey, crazy… ”

No matter how bad the boss I am, it’s not enough to receive 10 million won.

I was going to ask because it was absurd, but Jong-eon asked me instead if it was more absurd.

“there. Can I ask you something?”

no. Upon closer inspection, it was more ‘interesting’ than absurd.

“What? Zion. busyness.”

“… Please.”

“… Got it.”

Shion looked at me as if asking what it was.

said the end

“At this noodle house, do you really think the noodles are worth 10 million won? Or, have you seen the value of this person?”

It was an ambiguous question. Zion said without hesitation.

“The noodles were delicious. That’s it.”

“… Yes?”

“… Uhm.”

Shion covered her mouth with her small hand and murmured.

“Of course, there are others.”

“other?”

“… If you eat noodles here, your stats go up.”

“… !”

‘Hey Mr…. !’

I hit my forehead with a bang.

Shion looked up at me with pure pupils.

I just added a stat boost potion as a bonus out of gratitude, are you exposing this?

“… okay. Does that mean you were impressed?”

“yes. I was impressed. delicious.”

He looked at me and said with a serious face.

“Sung Hoon.”

“Yes?”

“… Could you give me a bowl of noodles?”

“Noodles, I can serve you, but don’t eat a bowl already… ”

“Not that.”

He spoke firmly, like a possessed shaman.

“Jushu with the right one. Until I eat it, I can’t move a single step here.”

Then, with a firm face, he sat down at the table and struggled.

‘As expected, Jae-ya’s master… !’

He seems to have realized that the noodles were roughly made earlier.

It was an act that stimulated the pride of a man. Wriggling his eyebrows, he entered the kitchen.

‘I’ll have to show off my skills.’

In fact, I was deeply saddened.

Serving mediocre food to someone I personally like.

It’s because you can request an edit anyway.

I must cook properly.

I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt.

**

“The dish you ordered is here.”

I gently put the noodles on CEO Baek Jong-eon’s table.

“Thank you.”

Baek Jong-eon looked at the noodles carefully with wide-open eyes.

“It is different.”

“Yeah?”

“The color of the broth.”

‘Do you notice that?’

I was honestly a bit surprised.

Outwardly, it doesn’t differ that much.

Is Baek Jong-eon the representative of S-class chef?

“It’s thicker, and the concentration is different. I think it made my shave more tangled. It will be delicious. I know it even if I don’t eat it. How can this noodle be tasteless?”

“Try it anyway. It will be a bit different from the noodles you have eaten so far.”

“I still think so.”

He nodded, scooped up the broth with a spoon, and ate it.

Then, for a moment, I was startled and started to inhale the noodles without a word.

Inside the store, only the sound of CEO Baek Jong-eon’s chopsticks and gurgling could be heard.

“Me, CEO?”

The camera director, who was worse than that, looked at Baek Jong-eon.

“ment… You have to hit it.”

“… … .”

However, Jong Eon continued to focus on eating noodles as if his voice could not be heard.

And.

-widely!

The clean, emptied noodles were put down on the table.

I looked at him with delight and quietly opened my mouth.

“Did you like the taste?”

“… It was delicious.”

“That’s fortunate.”

“boss.”

“Yes?”

“How did you do it?”

CEO Baek Jong-eon narrowed his eyes.

“What?”

“This noodle. As far as I know, it’s like broth made with only anchovies. Why does it taste better than normal noodles? What else did you put in? In addition, it relieves fatigue a little and gives you energy. Did you use medicine? How did you catch the smell?”

It was completely different from what I had seen so far.

He seemed very excited about something.

“Isn’t it because I made things with sincerity?”

‘… I can’t tell you the truth.’

The noodles he just cooked contained a lot of valuable elixirs he had brought in last time.

Not only fatigue recovery, but also potions that increase stamina.

If ordinary people ate it, the effect would have been maximized.

Personally, I am a fan of his, so I gave him a small gift.

“Is this a secret? like. It won’t hit the back of the head anywhere.”

He smiled bitterly for a moment, then opened his mouth again.

“boss.”

“Yes?”

“I will tell you directly. Would you like to do business with me?”

“… A business?”

“There is a piece of land in Jeju Island. Would you like to open a noodle restaurant there? I can guarantee that it will go well. Will we have to pitch a tent in front of the store and eat later?”

“Thank you for your words, but I will decline.”

‘Why are you doing such a tiring thing?’

No matter how much money is good, a leisurely life is the best.

Of course, leeway comes from money, but I already got financial freedom.

… Above all, until Chaewon graduates, she can’t leave this town.

“Sorry, I ate well today.”

He smiled as if he knew it.

“Does that mean the filming ends here?”

“Yes. I don’t think I can provide a solution here.”

‘Yes!’

I called for joy in my heart.

It was the word I wanted to hear the most from Jong-eon’s mouth.

If it was the original plan, become a villain and stop coming to the store.

I was going to get a solution giving up diagnosis.

To say that there is no need for a solution for one noodle.

‘I’ll give you a bowl of noodles. Something as simple as this.’

“Ah, Mr. All of today’s shoots won’t go on air, right?”

The roadside restaurant is all about CEO Baek.

If it was his breath, it wouldn’t be aired enough.

“Don’t worry. Because it will be edited. There will be no trouble for the boss.”

“thank you. CEO.”

Representative Baek Jong-eon said, “It’s okay,” and stepped towards the entrance.

“Since we ate, should we pay?”

“You don’t have to. Thank you for coming.”

He ignored me and started typing zeros into the card machine.

-Beep beep beep!

There was a lot of sound, but I couldn’t see exactly how much it was shooting.

The receipt came out, and he handed it to me.

‘crazy! Five million won?’

I rubbed my eyes and looked at the receipt.

The amount stamped on the receipt is 5 million won.

I didn’t open a noodle shop with the intention of making a lot of money.

Somehow, I seem to be making more money than when I was determined to make money.

“Keep it as a souvenir. It’s not a lot of money.”

“No, there are many. You don’t have to pay this much… ”

“I heard people these days call this kind of friend fee? It means we’ll see each other often, so don’t be shy.”

He smiled kindly and waved his hand.

“I will go now. Even if I become popular later, do I have to take out one of my noodles?”

I smiled and bowed my head.

“Do not worry. thanked.”

“See you next time.”

When Jong-eon was about to leave the store waving his hand.

“CEO. Can’t we just eat one bowl of noodles? I am very hungry.”

The filming staff had their eyes shining brightly.

“Eat it at the next filming location. Because there is no time.”

“… … .”

**

late night.

SPS Station Editorial Team.

“… That’s too bad.”

“What are you sorry about?”

“If we just exported today’s filming, the ratings would be great. It’s the first time CEO Baek Jong-eon has shown such a reaction… . On top of that, Sion, the S-class hunter.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s already aired.”

“… it can not be helped… . Yeah?”

“Don’t be sorry.”

“No, not that one, but the next one.”

“Because it’s already aired?”

The man jumped up from his chair and shouted loudly.

“senior! What did you do? Apparently CEO Baek Jong-eon told me to cut all of today’s broadcasts!”

“Hey dude, CEO Baek is a businessman. I am not a broadcast writer or PD.”

“Still, if CEO Baek knows, you can get off the program!”

Hong Joon-sik, in charge of editing, grinned and crossed his legs.

“The PD-nim and the director’s talk is already over. I just did what I was told to do.”

“… then?”

“The broadcast goes on as it is. The store is getting paid now. The street corner restaurant will record the highest ratings ever. Isn’t that a win-win?”

“If CEO Baek knew, what would he say? ?

Hong Joon-sik crossed his arms and smiled.

“What do you know? The noodle shop owner will like it too. Who doesn’t like being famous?”

“I guess so.”

They both didn’t know each other.

What impact will this have in the future?