Tensegrity

Jun-Kyung doesn’t know how to make it, but he knows how to eat it. Vegetable wraps are essential for delicious strong soybean paste.

“Shall we wash the vegetables?”

“It’s in the fresh compartment of the refrigerator.”

Naturally, Executive Director Min took the lead, and Jun-Kyung became the assistant. Jun-Kyung is not a brainless person, so he does it properly as he was told.

In addition, Executive Director Min, who received the garlic and peppers that Jun-kyung had washed, skillfully minced it using a fine-edged stainless steel kitchen knife and a grid-patterned cutting board. There is also a tteokbokki somewhere.

The image completely changed when the kitchen pot was placed in the hands of the successor of a conglomerate suspected of being a sociopath. Instead of the usual smooth brown porcelain, the rough and unique texture of the earthenware pot boasted a cool hardness instead of evaporating warmth.

If it’s in the kitchen, it’s a clay pot, and if it’s in an art gallery, it’s a work of art. The name would be ‘Human Tteokbokki’.

“It’s nice to have Jun-Kyung by my side.”

“Even though I can’t cook, I am confident as an assistant. Just let me do it.”

“That’s not what I meant”

If not, what does that mean? Executive Director Min refrained from explaining further. He wasn’t really curious enough to ask. Right now, the urgent task is to finish eating for the day.

“All of that?”

“How much should I add?” Executive Director Min, who was roasting the meat, looked at Jun-kyung.

“Because I’ve been working out since I was little.”

“You don’t gain weight for how much you eat.”

Jun-Kyung was always told to eat more, so he didn’t expect to hear such a thing even if it’s not meant to be serious.

Director Min also ate quite well. No matter what anyone says, Jun-Kyung is tall. In addition to that, the amount of food he ate was comparable to most athletes since he was active in outdoor activities.

“Do you know how to cook? That is, rice in an electric rice cooker.”

“Yes!” Jun-Kyung answered confidently. He has had many side dishes since middle school, but rice is not enough, so there were times when he cooked rice for himself.

“Rice is here.”

The lower cabinet was pointed. Instead of a bag of rice, Jun-Kyung found a neat plastic rice container.

This time around, it was as expected. Cleaning is done by a housekeeper, so it’s hard to tell how tidy the VIP is just by looking at the condition of the house. By looking at the drawers or objects used by an individual, you can know the actual nature of the character.

If he knows exactly where the rice is, it means Executive Director Min was managing the kitchen and organizing it. Jun-Kyung felt lucky that he did the dishes right away and didn’t mess with it.

There were also mixed grains next to the rice box. There was black rice and several other grains, but there were no beans. It was a relief.

While Jun-Kyung was mixing the grains evenly and washing the rice, Director Min looked over the shoulder and frowned. It wasn’t a blank expression but a completely wrinkled face. Jun-Kyung’s heart dropped to the floor. “Why… why are you like this?”

What sin did he commit? There is even a German kitchen knife with plenty of garlic and green onions in the vicinity of Director Min. Jun-Kyung’s gaze automatically measured the distance between the knife and Min’s hand.

“Did you add grains?”

It’s obvious without asking.

“I put it in there.”

“Okay.” Other than that, Executive Director Min returned without saying anything.

Jun-Kyung reflexively turned the cold water flowing over the rice into hot water. If he could, he wanted to start over and place it in hot water. He was surprised.

Gathering his dizzying spirit, Jun-Kyung washed all the rice and filled it with water. There are unsoaked grains, so he needs to add a little more water. His mother saw the unsoaked rice and taught him before… wait a minute.

“Do you dislike mixed grains?”

The hand that was quietly stirring the pot twitched slightly.

“It’s not that I hate it.”

Oh, he doesn’t like it. There is a lot mixed in too so much that it breaks his expressionless expression. Come to think of it, the rice he ate during the day was also white rice. If he doesn’t like it that much, why did Director Min prepare a mix of grains, confusing people? Jun-Kyung grumbled inwardly and shut the water.

“I will cook again.”

“No. Mixed grains are good for the body.”

“Still…”

“It’s not that I can’t eat. I just hate the color.”

Director Min really doesn’t like black rice. It was only then that Jun-Kyung realized that the amount of black rice that he had poured was enormous.

‘Then you should’ve told me beforehand.’

Jun-Kyung took out a bowl, scooped out as much black rice as possible, and poured more white rice. While he was washing the vegetables after serving rice, the soybean paste soup was simmering. The delicious smell made him salivate.

Director Min turned off the strong soybean paste and took out a silicone table mat and a spoon. Accordingly, he put the vegetables on a strainer tray without saying a word, opened the refrigerator and took out the side dishes Jun-Kyung had seen during the day.

While Jun-Kyung was finding the plates and placing them one by one, a vibrating sound was heard from the table. It was a call from Executive Director Min

“Please look at this for a moment.”

“Yes.” Executive Director Min, who saw the screen, distorted his impression on the level of black rice.

Is something wrong with his work?

There is no right or reason to meddle in company affairs. Jun-kyung only has to do his duty. Currently, he is in charge of strong soybean paste. It is a precious body that Taewon TIC Executive Director Hyun-Seung Min cooked by hand.

Whether it was a phone call that would simply end, Executive Director Min showed no sign of returning to the kitchen. Jun-Kyung turned off the fire because the soybean paste soup was cooked enough. He closed the lid and looked outside. Director Min was not in the living room.

– Ta-da. Cooking is complete.

The fairy of the rice cooker announced the completion of cooking with a refreshing voice. The table full of side dishes and wrapped vegetables seemed rich at first glance, but in Junkyung’s eyes, it was meager.

“No protein.”

There were many eggs in the refrigerator. While Executive Director Min was away, it wasn’t a bad idea to cook the most delicious dishes he knows how to cook.  .

‘You said this is a court fan?’

Instead of a large one, he took out a small pan and placed it on the stove. Earlier, while Executive Director Min was boiling the soup, he watched where the various seasonings were. He took the cooking oil, poured it into the pan and cracked the eggs. About six.

“How many?”

He usually eats 4-5 by myself. Executive Director Min eats a lot, so it seems like it’s not enough. Still, it’s not good to use everything he has.

Cooked rice, strong soybean paste stuffed with beef and green onion, wrapped vegetables, and eggs that Jun-Kyung ambitiously prepared. It would be better with Vienna sausage. There is a lot of beef in the strong soybean paste, so this is a great feast.

As he sat down, he noticed that there was no water. He found a bottle of water, poured a glass of water and set it aside on his seat. Even then, it was not enough, so he took another glass of water for Director Min, then looked towards the living room. There was still no sign of Director Min’s return.

‘The call is getting long.’

Long calls at home were rare. Did any major events happen during the project? Then he would usually leave right away.

The pot became lukewarm. The rice was also slightly hardened.

“Did he leave?”

As far as Jun-kyung is concerned, he doesn’t think Hyun-Seung Min will go without a word, but he got up from his seat just in case. In fact, he was so hungry that he wanted to ask if he could eat first.

He thought the Director would be on one side of the living room on the first floor, but he couldn’t see him anywhere. Just in case Jun-Kyung went to the entrance and heard a voice from another place. It was the passageway leading to the laundry room and the basement gym.

There was a door made of sturdy glass, beyond that was a small terrace. It was very close to the kitchen and pantry, so it was like a place to store items that are difficult to keep in the house. There is no way Director Min has junks stored inside his house.

The small terrace made of wood deck was empty. One side faces the mountain and the other side leads to the road in front of the building. It is shaded, so it was not a very good place to get some fresh air for a while. It was the perfect place for a quick cigarette or a phone call. In the case of Executive Director Min, it was the latter.

Turning his back, Director Min stood facing the mountain and continued to talk. The glass door was not completely closed, so Jun-Kyung heard the conversation.

“Even if I get married, I won’t change…are you crying?”

Jun-Kyung thought it was a business thing. It was a serious atmosphere.

“Is he there now? Of course, I’m here. Stop crying.”

Oh my gosh. Were there still any surprises? 

Junkyung held his breath. He had a strong foreboding, as if he was going straight to the next world right away if he moved here and caught his presence by Executive Director Min.

Because even his bones were frozen, Executive Director Min continued the call without even dreaming that Jun-Kyung was watching.

There is no Executive Director of a large corporation with a blank expression and a blunt tone of speech. Instead, a crying lover? Maybe a lover. After all, there is only one young man who is troubled by trying to appease his crying lover.

There is a gesture of dropping his shoulders as if discouraged, then brushing his hair with a sigh, and the tone filled with irritation and concern.

“Now? Sieun-ah, you can’t do that now…Si-eun Lee, doing it recklessly then…”

If it’s Si-eun, does that mean it’s a woman? She might be a man, but generally it’s a woman. In any case, a person named Si-Eun kept crying and asking for something to Director Min. Director Min seems to be trying to appease his opponent, but it doesn’t work. After a while, Executive Director Min declared surrender with a long sigh.

“Okay. Don’t go anywhere, wait there.”

When the call seemed to be over, Jun-Kyung jumped back into the kitchen. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his mouth. He was not confident enough to sit quietly in his chair, so as he stood by the table and gulped down a bottle of water, Executive Director Min appeared.

“I have an urgent matter at work. I will be out for a while.”

“How about a meal?”

“Junkyung, eat first.”

In fact, he didn’t pay any attention to Jun-kyung. The cell phone kept ringing throughout the conversation, and Executive Director Min kept pressing the reject button with a more serious expression than when he was dealing with black rice.

Executive Director Min, who was leaving with the car key in a hurry, was seen off to the front door by Jun-Kyung.

“I will be late, so don’t wait.”