1983 Past Life Manga King

“no. There aren’t many customers now, and the sisters in the kitchen will take care of it.”

Then the fishermen said to Lee Dae-bong.

“I respect you, Mr. James.”

“Yeah. It’s always beautiful to see you work hard.”

Lee Dae-bong laughed at that.

“Because it’s beautiful, it feels good… What are you working on?”

“You work here. Is it because of your studies?”

“Are you studying?”

“Yeah. You’re doing it for the King of Jungwon Cooking. It sounds like you did a lot of cooking there.”

“Yes. My friend even makes it himself and eats it. I am a huge fan.”

Lee Dae-bong was taken aback by those words.

“Yeah? Do you make it and eat it?”

“Why?”

“That’s just food made with theory. Actually, I don’t even know what it will taste like. I mix the ingredients a bit too harshly just to express them nicely.”

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Suddenly, the atmosphere around the table became cold.

There was silence for a while, only the conversations of a few guests around our table could be heard.

Unable to understand such an atmosphere, Daebong Lee tilted his head and opened his mouth again.

“And working here has nothing to do with Jungwon Cooking King. Because it’s a midfield, so Chinese food is the main thing. It would be strange if budaejjigae appeared in Jungwon Cooking King.”

Then one of the fishermen asked, confused.

“Well, then, why are you working here?”

“Because you can pay a lot of money, eat a lot for free, and make a lot of Japanese friends. Well, I haven’t really dated men. All women only.”

Saying so, he took a notebook out of his pocket and showed it to the people.

It also shows people’s names, phone numbers, and occasionally addresses.

“When I go to Japan, they say that they put me to bed for free and give me rice. If there is a chance, I want to tour all of Japan. Working here is a real benefit.”

Saying that, he rejoices like a child.

The fishermen who saw it looked back at Kido with strange eyes. Then Kido avoided their gaze.

The world is wide and there are many talented people (1)

Kido and his friends stopped by our studio once more the next day, and returned to Japan late in the afternoon.

On the last day, it seems that the intention was to have the fishermen even take a tour of the studio. Of course, the fishermen there are all male, so it seems like they expect something else. Well, that’s a matter for you to figure out.

In any case, we decided that it was not a bad idea for Korean fishers to meet Japanese fishers and exchange knowledge and information.

But when they actually came, all the female fishermen flocked to Mrs. Kido.

Naturally, they were interested in Madame Kido’s baking skills.

Secretly, the female assistants in our studio have pretty good looks, so it seems that the fishermen in the heights were expecting something, but that just ended in a bubble.

There seemed to be little exchange of information between the men because of the awkward atmosphere.

Afterwards, I had no choice but to be content with just eating bread made by women or eating a lot.

Seeing the disappointing faces of the assistants on the tall side like that made me smile without knowing it.

Anyway, after they all go home, from the next day, if there is lunch break or a little free time, the kitchen is busy making the dishes Mrs. Kido taught me.

Suddenly, a strange scene of baking bread appeared in the studio.

Thanks to that, I can still smell the savory smell of baking, so I sometimes get confused whether this is a Japanese studio or a bakery.

“It tastes better than bakery bread.”

“Yeah, it tastes better.”

Little kids who come to play from time to time.

Mi-ryung Park and Jun-mo Seong, who became elementary school students, were amazed at the taste of the bread.

Well, Seolgi Beksulgi is also very fond of bread.

That’s why he’s barely living in the studio these days.

A cunning bread cat guy.

He also knew for the first time that the smell of bread in the morning was strangely pleasing.

So everyone was getting used to the smell of bread as if it was a natural thing to do.

a few days later.

“Oh my, the bread smells so good.”

Michiko, who was walking into the studio, sniffs her nose and likes her eyes twinkling.

She is Michiko and she likes bread secretly, so when she comes to the studio, she often buys bread from the bakery.

She was that kind of woman, so it’s probably natural that she reacts strongly to this kind of smell.

“Come on, taste this.”

“Yes, Thank you.”

I picked up a piece of plain-shaped bread that Kyunghee had brought. Then he sniffed it and put on a happy expression on his face.

“Wow, it smells so good. I love the smell of freshly baked bread.”

As she said so, she took a small bite of the bread with her hand and brought it to her mouth. Then she grimaced and opened her eyes.

“What’s that? Why does it taste so good?”

“right?”

Kyunghee likes her as she puts her chin on her waist and bubbles.

“Even in Japan, it is rare to find a bakery that tastes like this. Did you make this yourself?”

With Michiko’s admiration, she eagerly explained how Kido’s party had come to visit her a few days ago and how she had learned how to bake bread from her wife Kido.

Then she nodded her head as if Michiko understood the story.

“I heard about that from the people in charge. They said they had a lot of fun except for the fishermen.”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“Are you leaving only fish? Is it weird? He seemed to be having fun back then.”

Kyunghee tilts her head.

But the other fishermen smirked and laughed.

Others seem to have understood Michiko’s words quickly, but Kyung-hee seems to still do not understand.

Michiko noticed the situation and smiled awkwardly.

“Well, anyway. The editors in charge really liked it because it took a long time to take a break.”

At that, Kyunghee smiled and nodded her head as if she understood.

“I feel sorry for Tegoshi-san because he suffered so much from his tall brother. I wonder if he would have complained to me?”

“Are you Tegoshi?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, he was in charge of Teacher Kyung Hee, wasn’t he?”

“Hey, it’s something I do part-time sometimes. I only make calls occasionally. After all, you are a teacher Don’t call me that. Embarrassed.”

Saying that, she waved her hand from side to side.

But even so, he wanders around with a blushing face to see if he’s feeling good.

All she wants to hear is written on her face.

“Ah, the teacher is now a college student, so do you have any plans to write a story in earnest?”

Kyunghee nodded her head vigorously, as if waiting for her words.

“There is, there is. Now my height and my brother are doing well on their own, so I’m different.”

“Have you ever thought of anything?”

“of course.”

“What? Can you tell me?”

“Absolutely.”

Having said that, he began to tell Michiko the story that he was thinking of a new one.

It’s not the first time I’ve known that Kyunghee is preparing for a new work, but it’s something I expected to some extent since she’s been jotting down something on a regular basis.

“It is the story of an assassin who lives with ordinary people in an ordinary society.”

You are talking about something that doesn’t seem particularly special, as if it were something great.

“It’s a killer story with a different feel from Gorgo 13.”

“Yeah. And that feels too serious, but what I envisioned is a little lighter.”

“How?”

“He’s a guy who drives a truck and sells vegetables.”

“Oh, it’s fun, it’s fun. And?”

“The people who make the request are mainly women who come to buy vegetables. Pick up a radish and say the code. Then the eyes of the assassin bachelor will change completely.”

“Are you a bachelor?”

“Isn’t a bachelor better than a married man?”

I admit that she is fluent in writing, but Kyunghee’s speaking skills are a little bit too.

However, Michiko is immersed in Kyung Hee’s words, clapping to see if it’s really fun.

“Wow, new, new.”

what is new

“It’s exciting.”

Really?

Anyway, when the two of them were talking about the new project, Seolgi, who was sleeping on the other side of the sofa, was waking up because of the noise, wandering outside.

Annoyance is glued to that little face.

It’s a chatter that is hard to deal with with some internal engineering.

I have developed a lot of introspection myself, but those two talk a little bit.

But fortunately, their chatter didn’t last long.

“When this is completed to some extent, please show it to me.”

“of course. Kawada-san is number one.”

“thank you. But by any chance, Mr. Sunny did the drawing…?”

“Ah, no. Seonhee only works with her brother. I can just do it for anyone.”

“Then I will look into that part separately.”

“Yeah. Thank you.”

Kyunghee nodded and said she liked it.

What has changed after Kyung Hee has been helping the story of a sincere man for a while is that her tastes have become more manly. When I heard the story that I wrote this time, it was even more so when I saw that he was an assassin.

However, Kido’s influence did not end there.

The progression of the story was also very erratic.

Maybe the storyline is a bit absurd but also a gag.

By the way······.

Seon-hee has been staring at Machine Gun Jack’s continuity for a long time.

I wanted to see something like that, so I took a peek and looked at it, but only fixed my gaze on Jack’s transformation scene.

Then I think I know why it’s doing that.

Maybe your head is full of thoughts about the new machine gun.

It has been an ordinary style so far, but as the series goes on, the design is getting more and more sophisticated, so it’s probably because of greed.

Recently, as the mechanical designs of Japanese anime have become more sophisticated and glamorous at the same time, Seonhee must have been affected.

Besides, I asked Jiro a while ago and received a few booklets related to the design of the new anime, which must have been influenced by it.

In fact, it may be natural that the current Japanese animation industry is at a time when star-level mechanical illustrators have been active for a long time.

It is difficult for a cartoonist who draws everything to draw machines better than an illustrator who specializes in mechanics alone. However, Seon-hee seemed to have a strangely competitive spirit.

Hagi-ya, I don’t know if it’s normal because Seon-hee doesn’t like being pushed by someone for her drawings.

Anyway, after thinking about it for a while, Seon-hee finally made a decision and soon started drawing with a ceramic pen.

Oh, that ceramic pen is popular among students these days, and Seon-hee and Kyung-hee like it a lot because it writes softly compared to a normal ballpoint pen.

From my point of view, to be honest, there are a lot of better ballpoint pens in the future than this one, so there is nothing special about it, but it belongs to a fairly high-end pen in this era.

Regardless of the ballpoint pen, the design of the new machine gun is drawn from each angle in considerable detail without drawing.

As if in an animation setting book, Jack’s front and back and only the new machine gun are enlarged separately to draw detailed descriptions.

To be honest, from my point of view, no matter how or how I draw a scene like that, it’s strange to see the complex shape of a machine gun drawn from each angle the same.

The fact that such a complex machine is drawn precisely from each angle as if it was a picture made with computer CAD means that it is drawn so perfectly in my head.

It seems that it is beyond the realm of a master to understand a painting as a three-dimensional drawing while drawing numerous backgrounds.

Anyway, even though I draw so many pictures, I keep grimacing at what I don’t like so much.

Well, that’s not an area I can handle, it’s vague to interfere.

However.

Maybe there is a way to overcome it.

That evening.

After all the fishermen left work, I asked Seon-hee, who is still immersed in machine gun design.

“Shall we go to Japan after a long time?”

“To Japan?”

“okay. You’re thinking about the machine gun jack design right now.”

Seonhee suddenly hiccups at my words.

Then, Kyung-hee, who was lying on the sofa reading a book, got up and ran to the kitchen and came out with a glass of water. And then he pushed it to Seon-hee.

“Sleep, drink, drink. keep going, keep going. Oolchi!”

Seon-hee drank the glass of water that Kyung-hee offered, like a child who listens well. Then the hiccups subside.

“Hey, what happened all of a sudden? Is this your first hiccup since middle school?”

Seon-hee nodded at Kyung-hee’s words.

“What did you hear that surprised you so much?”

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surprised?

Did I say something surprising?

I wouldn’t have been surprised at the suggestion of going to Japan, so, was it because I was eventually found out about my worries about painting?

Haha, from Seon-hee’s point of view, painting is probably the field she is most confident in, so worrying about it may be a huge stressor in itself.

Besides, it’s not like Kyunghee’s style to solve it through chatter, so it must be more so.

I don’t think I said anything.

“Come on, let’s just pretend it never happened.”

“What is it, what are you doing with nothing?”

“I’m going to Japan.”

“What? Are you going to Japan again? Then, let’s go together, okay?”