9 Reading books gives you more experience! the ninth inning

After the judo class, Lee Jong-seok was going up to the classroom with Kim Young-woo's help.

"Hey, when did you get that much better judo?"

Lee Jong-seok stroked his chest as he looked at Kim Young-woo, who seemed to be great without knowing other people's speed.

"My heart still hurts so much."

"We thought you were dead earlier. It was a loud clatter."

"Oh, I'm dying.

Lee Jong-seok, who entered the classroom under the help of Kim Young-woo, changed his clothes.

"By the way, when did you get so well?"

When I went to judo class, I was too busy to see myself, but now I see myself.

At Kim Young-woo's words, the bane looked at Lee Jong-seok.

"Oh! Jong-seok seems to be working out these days.”

"So I didn't know Jong-seok was this fit."

"As far as I know. Cho Hyun fell for Jong Seok, too."

"That's what Cho Hyun did.”

"Hey, you're a player even if you let him go. Is there anyone here who's going to let Cho Hyun take care of you?"

"But at the end, Jong-seok seemed like he was going to throw up blood."

Lee Jong-seok quickly changed his clothes as the children were whispering. When you ask me when I worked out like that, it's complicated to explain.

No, there's no way to explain it. When I woke up after reading a book, I couldn't say that I was like this.

The changed students sat down to prepare for class.

***

Kim Young-woo said to Lee Jong-seok, who is packing his bag after school.

"Let's go home."

Kim Young-woo, who packed his bag, nodded at what he said next to him and took out the judo uniform that he had put in the locker behind the classroom.

"Will you carry it like that?"

"I didn't even bring my shopping bag, so I can't help it."

"Put it in your bag?"

"Are you going to throw away your bag?"

There was a risk that the school supplies in the bag would rot if they were put in a judo suit that vibrated with the smell of sweat.

Kim Young-woo followed Lee Jong-seok, who tied his uniform with a uniform belt, when he left the classroom.

"What are you doing on the weekend?"

Tomorrow is the weekend. Other students will attend private academies because they are sophomores in high school, but Kim Young-woo and himself did not attend private academies because they were not interested in college.

Originally, Lee Jong-seok's plan was to serve in the military immediately after graduation and then prepare for civil service.

Now I have a new plan based on my experience book.

"I'm going to the bookstore."

"Goseobang?"

"Why do you want to come? He even gives me food."

Kim smiled at Lee Jong-seok.

"Are you crazy? I'm going to the bookstore."

"Do as you please."

Lee Jong-seok, who smiled and spoke to Kim Young-woo, began to leave school with him.

After leaving school, Lee Jong-seok took out his experience book at a nearby park.

I stopped by the park because I had something to think about. Lee Jong-seok, who was reading the experience book for a while, stroked his chin.

I'm sure the dry ball is helping... I don't know the effect of the experience of a stationery store.’

If dry balls are related to the body, Moon Il-il is about studying.

If you learn one, you can interpret it as learning one.

But I didn't have much effect while taking today's class.

Difficult things were difficult and easy things were easy. I felt it, but it wasn't easy for me to come up with something difficult.

Is studying more relevant to martial arts?’

Lee Jong-seok, who had thought about it for a while, put his experience book in his bag. Perhaps the house is busy with little guests.

Lee Jong-seok's running speed began to accelerate little by little, as he rushed to help him with his work.

Tata blame!

Lee Jong-seok, who arrived almost 10 minutes after walking home, looked at the snack bar.

Like yesterday, more children than yesterday were dipping sundae and fried foods in tteokbokki.

"Mother Tteokbokki, please!"

"Me too!"

At the children's loud spells, Lee Jong-seok shouted to his mother, who was mixing tteokbokki quickly.

"I'll change my clothes and come down."

"Yes!"

Lee Jong-seok, who hurried up to the house at her mother's cry, changed his clothes and came down.

Then he hurried the dishes on the empty table to the kitchen. But the children came in nonstop.

So the kids came and left for a long time and had to close by six o'clock.

I couldn't sell any more tteokbokki because all the prepared rice cakes were sold out.

"Are you out of tteokbokki?”

"Yes, I'm sorry. Come again tomorrow."

"Then can I dip it in the soup and eat it? They say the tteokbokki soup here is really good....."

When a child looked at the tteokbokki plate with regret, his mother took out a fish cake and buried it in the sauce and gave it to him.

"It's a secret to the other children."

"Are you giving it to me?”

"Yes, eat."

"Thank you."

The child with his head down ate the fish cake. And his face lit up.

"It's delicious."

"Right? Tell the kids that tteokbokki here is delicious."

"Yes!"

The mother suddenly frowned as she watched the child run away with the fish cake.

"He took a skewer."

But for a while, my mom smiled and took it to the kitchen.

Their faces were bright, perhaps because they were doing business so well that they ran out of ingredients for two consecutive days yesterday and today.

Lee Jong-seok, who felt like he was a filial son, smiled and said.

"But why did the ingredients drop so early today?”

"The kids packed a lot.”

"Packing?"

"Because the line was long. That's why we ran out of ingredients."

Lee Jong-seok, who nodded at his mother's words, began to help his parents clean up the store.

After cleaning up, Lee Jong-seok was telling his parents about the sauce.

"There is a difference in taste even if you add the same amount depending on the humidity and temperature of the day."

"But are you interested in cooking your son?”

"Huh?"

"You've done a lot of cutting when you see your son using a knife?"

"Oh... I'm a little interested."

"Even the cook says he makes a lot of money these days. That's a good idea.”

"Not enough to be a cook. Anyway... now taste it."

At Lee Jong-seok's words, his mother looked at him once and nodded.

"Delicious."

"Then now, Mom, try making it."

What Lee Jong-seok made was only a tenth of what he usually made.

Making sauce is not a bother, but my mom also needs to know how to make it, so I'm telling her.

His mother began to make sauce like Lee Jong-seok did.

When mom finished making the sauce, Lee Jong-seok looked at the liver.

"There's too much radishes in it.”

"Really?"

"When water comes out of the radish later, the sauce will become watery."

"Then what do you do?"

"I'll think of it and add a little more chili powder. And add a little more grain syrup."

Lee Jong-seok really added a little more red pepper powder and grain syrup. Mom frowned at the sight.

"If you're going to add as much as your son's bird feed, isn't there a difference?"

Lee Jong-seok suddenly looked at the sauce at her mother's words. Then he sighed and smacked his appetite.

"Yes."

"Right?"

Lee Jong-seok shook his head at his mother's words. Lee Jong-seok said yes, but he did not respond to his mother.

It's just... ...that I've just realized the problem of the sauce. Due to the absolute taste buds, Lee Jong-seok was able to see finely the lack and excess of sauce.

But Mom can't do it.

As I told Kim Young-woo, the taste can change by a tiny drop of water.

And a drop of liver is something Mom can't do.

'I'll have to see the liver.’

The recipe can't tell your mom what the last drop of water will be.

I wonder if I'm going to inherit the tteokbokki place.’

Lee Jong-seok sighed, worrying that his future might become the owner of a tteokbokki restaurant in the future.