2 Reading books gives you more experience! 2

After reading a half-page article, the page returned to its original state with the words "I gained experience."

And with the writing that I have to write down my experience in order to get more experience.

When Lee Jong-seok was in the notebook for a while, his father came into the room.

"Mom says to wash."

Lee Jong-seok hurriedly covered the note with his father's voice.

"Ho!"

At the sight of it, Dad smiled and sneaked up and looked at the dresser.

"Yes, there are many books you would like to read out of curiosity when you're going through puberty."

With the horse, Dad stroked the cover of the dress book.

"Hoo! We used to read math reference book covers on magazines."

My father, who laughed as if he was reminded of old memories, slowly opened his dress code.

"Ah! It's not like that..."

"It's all right. Dad used to be... Huh?"

I was wondering what was okay with my father, who was smiling and opening his dress code.

Contrary to one's own opinion, it is an empty notebook.

"Was he trying to keep a diary?’

The father, who thought of that, covered the dress code and said,

"To keep a diary?"

"Diary?"

"Isn't it the kind of book that keeps a diary?”

Lee Jong-seok took the first shot at his father's words. And the wonder on his face was young.

Before I knew it, all the writings he had written were gone.

'Huh?'

Lee Jong-seok, who was looking at the notes for a while, shook his head hurriedly.

"It's not like that. And pretend to be popular when you come into the room. Like my dad said, it's puberty boy's room.”

"Hoo! It's all right. It's okay. Dad can understand anything he sees in your room. I was like that when I was you and we were boys."

Took!

My father, who laughed and tapped me on the shoulder, looked out the door with a grim face and said,

"But be careful not to get caught by your mother. If you get caught like that, it's awkward for a few days."

"Ha! Okay."

"Yes, go wash up and sleep."

At his father's words, Lee Jong-seok got up while looking at the book, or the book of experience book.

After taking a shower, there was tteokbokki and fried food on the table.

"Can't you just throw away some leftovers?"

The parents were running a small snack bar. The second floor of the small snack bar is Lee Jong-seok's house and the bottom floor is a snack bar.

They serve leftovers as snacks, but they get tired of it too often.

"If you throw away your food, you'll go to hell later."

Lee Jong-seok, who sighed at his mother's words, dipped the tteokbokki with a fork and put it in his mouth.

And his eyes wriggled.

'Tastes... it's not dirty.’

Although it was heated, the rice cake was spread out and mushy, and the sauce was spicy and strange.

It wasn't this bad yesterday.’

Thinking like that, Lee Jong-seok slid down the fork and looked at the barrel on one side.

When I opened the barrel, I saw a full red marinade. Lee Jong-seok, who tasted it by dipping his finger slightly, has tasted it.

I heard I got my cooking experience, but I don't know anything else. Is it because I only have 25 experience points?'

Lee Jong-seok, who was thinking about that, entered the room.

"Experience book..."

Lee Jong-seok, who murmured in a small way, was reading his experience book and remembered that it was a diary that his father said.

"The diary is a record of my experiences... Would this be an experience if I wrote it like a diary?’

Lee Jong-seok, who had such thoughts, was lost in thought for a while.

"Even a common experience gives you a sense of experience. So writing down unusual experiences gives you more experience value?"

Lee Jong-seok, who had such thoughts, recalled his old memories while reading his experience book for a while.

He also had some experiences that no one else had.

When I was young, I heard a ghost calling me at night in a country house.

I once went out to the sound of "Jongseok, Jongseok!" calling me outside.

I don't know. Yes! "Yes!" I answered twice and came into the room because I was scared, but later I heard that the grim reaper calls me three times when he takes someone.

I answered only twice and came into the room, so I probably survived.

Lee Jong-seok laughed at the experience of 2500. He received a hundred times as much experience as a common experience.

Writing down experiences that others have never experienced gives you more experience. Then what if?

Lee Jong-seok picked up a pencil and wrote down the story.

Lee Jong-seok laughed as he wrote a story that could come from a fantasy novel.

'This is a rare experience in the world......'

I could see the writing in the eyes of Lee Jong-seok, who was muttering inside.

Along with the article in the Experience Book, the article written by Lee Jong-seok disappeared.

'Huh! You can't get the value of your experience unless you've had it.’

Lee Jong-seok, who was thinking like that, glanced at the door.

'That sauce would be perfect for our house to go bankrupt.’

I felt sorry for my parents, who suffer from making sauce every night.

"Getting experience in cooking may help make some sauce.”

Lee Jong-seok, who thought so, wrote in his experience book.

It meant to use the experience value of 2.000 about cooking. Let's...

Sreuk!

The bookcase unfolded and a new article began to appear.

The first time I started to say that it was food was when I was six. The first thing I made for my sick mother was corn soup.

Of course, it was only then that I boiled water and corn in a pot, but then I made my first meal, and my mother enjoyed it very deliciously.

Now that I think about it, the corn soup would never taste good. The only thing that was boiled with corn and water was...

***

"Jong-seok! Wake up!"

Lee Jong-seok opened his eyes blankly at the cry of his mother who woke him up loudly.

"Yes!"

Lee Jong-seok, who opened his eyes with a small moan, rose up.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

Every time I raised my body, I heard a bone crackling sound.

"Uh!"

Lee Jong-seok, who was squeezing himself with a feeling of numbness, answered his mother's call to hurry him and came out.

"Ready to wash up and get ready for school."

"Yes."

After answering briefly and washing up, Lee Jong-seok was packing his bag and saw an experience book on his desk.

When I finished reading about cooking yesterday, I found that I gained experience value and that I got the perfect taste and the perfect taste.

When I finished reading the book, it was almost dawn and I was especially tired, so I slept, but I had a dream.

The content of the dream was the story of a cook who read his writing. He was boiling corn soup, making food.

It's as vivid as if you really did it. Lee Jong-seok, who was reading a book for a while, heard his mother's voice.

"Jongseok, you should eat and go to school!"

"Yes!"

Lee Jong-seok, who answered loudly, left the room with his experience book in his bag.

Outside the room, the table was already set and Dad was just eating.

"Go and have a meal.

Lee Jong-seok, who yawned at his father's words, took a spoonful of bean sprout soup and put it in his mouth.

"Huru..."

As soon as I drank the soup, a strange expression came to my mind on Lee Jong-seok's face.

'Taste......'

It was strange. As if the liver was subtly out of sync...

"Daddy, isn't your liver weird?”

"Why does it taste like usual?"

Lee Jong-seok, who was watching his father eat bean sprout soup, ate the soup again.

"It tastes weird.”

At Lee Jong-seok's words, his father glanced at his mother in the kitchen and spoke softly.

"If you complain about soup, your mom will scold you. Just eat."

Lee Jong-seok, who was looking at the soup for a while, thought about something, took the salt and put it in the soup slightly.

Then something came to Lee Jong-seok's head when he shook it with a spoon.

"Mom, don't we have olive oil in our house?”

"Where's olive oil at home? But why?"

"No."

If I had cooking oil at home, I wouldn't have olive oil. Lee Jong-seok, who ate the soup again, nodded.

'It's a little better.'

Lee Jong-seok added a little more salt to his father's soup bowl.

"I'm fine... Huh? It's delicious."

Dad looked at Lee Jong-seok when the taste changed to a little more salt.

"My son could be a cook.”

"It's just a little more liver."

Then Lee Jong-seok, who was eating soup, suddenly looked at his room.

Cooking experience... Is it because of that?’

And when I thought about it, it was strange why I thought about putting it in bean sprout soup because I didn't even know the taste of olive oil.

Lee Jong-seok, who hurriedly ate his meal, woke up and approached the saucepan his father made yesterday.

When Lee Jong-seok opened the saucepan and looked inside, his father said.

"That's a failure, too.”

"Failure?"

"It's too ordinary. Phew! Know it like a good restaurant! "I need to make one sauce..."

Lee Jong-seok, who was watching him for a while, dipped his finger in the sauce and put it in his mouth.

'There is a slight lack of spiciness and a great lack of sweetness. And... something cool... Add radish juice and honey for sweetness. The unit price is too high to put in. Then, if you add starch syrup or syrup, you'll be able to replace honey. Then I'll buy tteokbokki and color, too.’

Lee Jong-seok, who began to think of things lacking in the sauce, glanced at his mom and dad.

Looking at the two people eating while watching TV in the living room, Lee Jong-seok took out red pepper powder and starch syrup from under the sink and began to put them in the saucepan.

'How do you do that?’

Lee Jong-seok, who was thinking for a while, quickly began to trim a radish from the veranda next to the kitchen.

Tata! Tata!

Lee Jong-seok's hand gesture quickly peeled the skin of the radish. Then Lee Jong-seok, who cut the radish quickly, began chopping the radish.

Tata! Tata!

"Jong-seok, what are you doing in the kitchen!"

"Yes, hold on!"

Tata! Tata!

Lee Jong-seok's face, which was quickly slicing the radish, was slightly surprised.

'Is it this easy to use?’

Lee Jong-seok is the only one who has ever cut kimchi when he is alone. But now the knife in his hand is quickly shredding the radish.

Tata! Tata!