42 Reading books gives you more experience! 42

When Jong-seok was wearing a microphone, his mom and dad were drinking coffee in a hot water container on one side.

"But there are more steps than I thought."

"So when I was on the air, I thought there were only a few people because I only saw VJ and my master."

A step lady approached as the two talked over coffee.

"Hello, mother."

"Yes, hello."

Mom greeted me gladly and stepped back. Lady Steph thought about drinking coffee, too.

"Mother, you don't remember me. How many times have you been to a tteokbokki place?”

"Oh no! You were our guest. Miss, do you work for the station?"

"I'm a Korean morning writer. This is Lee Ji-young."

When Lee Ji-young pulled out her business card, her mom got it.

"Oh, you were a writer."

The writer who laughed and talked with her was a lady who was looking for items at a tteokbokki restaurant.

I thought about the tteokbokki item because I wondered if it could be used at the Korean table, but eventually I was killed at the item meeting and couldn't use it.

That's because it doesn't fit the morning image of Koreans.

Then, Lee Ji-young felt sorry and glad to meet her here today.

And I can think of the taste of tteokbokki.

"Tell me if you need anything. I'll take care of it."

"But when does the shoot start?”

"I'm already filming the food preparation in town."

"Oh! Are you already filming?"

"You know, then, you go in when you're about to cook, right?"

"Oh! That's right.”

"If you're bored, would you like to go in now and watch the food?”

"Can I?"

"Of course."

Then Lee Ji-young told the staff something and handed it over to them with warm canned coffee and hot packs.

"Then follow me."

When Lee Ji-young got into a car on one side, her mother shouted at Jong-seok.

"I'll be in my mom's village."

Jong-seok smiled and waved at the excited mother's voice.

"Watch carefully!"

"Yes!"

Jong-seok smiled as his mother smiled brightly and watched him drive away.

"Good thing I came."

At Jong-seok's small murmur, Kim looked at him with a smile.

"You're a good son.

"Good son, you just do it.”

"It's harder to just do than to think. Be nice to him. Later on, when I get older, I can't because I'm too busy and I can't afford to do this or that, and as time goes by, I can't do it even if I want to, but I'm sadder and more single."

When Jong-seok was watching the car go, he asked, nodding his head to Kim's words.

"But when are we going in?”

When Kim saw the step next to Jong-seok's question, he said.

"I think it'll take about half an hour."

"Would you wait in the car if it's cold?"

"No."

Then, Jong-seok suddenly looked at Kim.

"Do you want me to massage you?"

"Massage?"

"I've been learning how to play the guitar lately. It's very healthy and cool."

"Really? Whoo! Then let's get it."

Smiling, Kim put out his back. A massage is just a massage.

Such a scene of Kim made Jong-seok lean on the car next to him.

"It can hurt a little."

"Whoa! I've been trained with fire and sword for decades, even if I look like this. Dizzy pain is just a laugh."

Jong-seok twisted his hands as he looked at Kim Sook-soo, smiling and speaking.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

Jong-seok, who lightly warmed up, put his hand on Kim's shoulder.

"Then I'll get started.”

Kim nodded at Jong-seok's remark.

"Please take good care of me."

Jong-seok began to hit his shoulder with his palm as Kim said.

Puck!

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

Kim Suk-soo groaned in the heavy impact of being hit on his shoulder. Jong-seok said without stopping hitting.

"Even if you're sick, you've got to do."

The pressure of the blow had to be some force to get into the body.

"Uh-huh... ah...

In pain enough to make his body cry, Kim endured the pain.

And the staff around him looked worriedly at it.

I know you're giving a massage, but the sound of hitting is too loud, and Kim's face is full of pain.

And...

"Aigo!"

At that moment, one of the staff tried to step forward as the groan burst out of Kim's mouth.

Su-su Kim's body is also worried, but he has to film soon, but if he has a problem with his body, the shooting will also cause problems.

"Now..."

A pleasant moan came from Kim's mouth when he was about to say, "Stop it."

"It's refreshing."

Kim's words stopped the step to stop him stopped.

You look sick. Is it cool?’

When the staff wondered, Kim continued to groan pleasantly.

"That's so nice there."

"Here you go."

When Jong-seok knocked on one side of his waist, Kim even shook his body.

Whenever Jong-seok hit me, I felt like my back muscles were loosening up.

In fact, the muscles were loosening. Not only the muscles but also the wastes that had been piled up in the blood vessels were being released by a hand stroke.

Jong-seok, who beat his back and relaxed his muscles, raised his hands. The waist isn't the only thing that's lumped together.

said Jong-seok, who had loosened muscles and blood vessels in his upper body.

"How are you?"

"Ho! That's very nice. I didn't know Jong-seok was this good at massaging."

"It's not over yet. Now relax your body."

Then Jong-seok grabbed Kim's shoulder, turned it lightly, and twisted it.

Boom boom!

"Huck!"

There was a breath-taking sound and a sound from the bone.

"Oh, it's cool."

Looking at Kim Sook-soo, Jong-seok lightly grabbed his body and twisted it again.

Thud thud! Thud thud!

With Jong-seok's hand gesture, the sound of frying beans began to be heard everywhere in Kim's body.

Kim's body kept hearing the sound of the joints being aligned to the point where it was so loud.

It's like breaking each bone and then re-fitting it.

At first, Kim was worried about Su-su, so he looked cool on the face of the staff who was young.

Even though he is not receiving it, he feels like he will feel cool just listening to the sound.

'I want to... get it.’

When Step thought of that, Jong-seok took his hand off Kim's body.

"You are in good health for your age."

"Why is it bad to exercise every morning and eat healthy food?"

Kim's face, which was twisting with a smile, was admired.

"Hooray! You have a good shoulder."

Because of his age, he felt a little stiff when he moved his shoulders, but now he moved smoothly and well as if he had oiled them.

Kim, who has also moved his waist several times, smiled.

"You look like you've gotten a decade younger."

"I'm glad you like it.”

"But it's really nice."

After receiving the blow, Kim was feeling his condition by twisting his body around and moving.

"I've had a lot of massages, but this is the first time I've ever been so cool and effective."

Then, Kim took out his wallet and took out a 50,000 won bill.

"It's the price of a massage."

"No."

"You can just accept what your elders give you."

"It's really all right. Thanks to you, I'm getting some fresh air from my parents and looking around."

"Haha! So."

"Of course."

Then Jong-seok turned his head toward the step next to him.

"Do you want to take it, too?"”

"Me too?"

"Yes."

He knew that the staff kept looking at Kim Sook-soo, who was being hit.

"Oh... I'm good."

It is obvious that you will be scolded if you get caught by your superiors while you are working.

And I have to start shooting soon.

"Sooksoo Kim says he's ready. Let's go now."

"Let's do that."

After nodding his head at producer Cho's words, Jong-seok got into the car and sat next to him.

"Let's go."

"Okay."

When the driver left the car, Jong-seok glanced out of the window and said,

"I'm a little nervous."

"You don't have to be nervous. You just have to think you're at your country grandfather's house and make yourself at home."

The car that entered the village soon stopped in front of a house. Then the cameramen in front of the house came up to the front of the car and began to stand.

"Let's get started, then."

Along with the horse, Kim Suk-soo started to get out of the car with a smile.

"Hahahaha! The moment I get out of the car, I start to smell good."

When Kim, who got out of the car with a smile, winked at Jong-seok, he got out of the car.

"Today, I was not alone, but I was accompanied by a cute high school friend who I thought was my grandson. Let's introduce ourselves to the viewers."

"Oh, hello. I'm Lee Jong-seok, a senior at Taejin High School."

Kim laughed at Jong-seok's voice, which seemed a little nervous.

"I think Jong-seok is a little nervous because it's his first broadcast. Hahahaha!"

Kim Sook-soo, who kindly smiled and beat Jong-seok on the shoulder, moved his step.

"The spring of all things is here. "In spring, delicious food and ingredients begin to appear in the mountains..."

Jong-seok sighed and followed Kim's footsteps.

What if he came out like a fool?’

In the eyes of Jong-seok, who was walking with such thoughts, I saw his mother and father raising their thumbs toward him on one side.

Both of them were watching the filming, eating the same pancakes in one hand that were in a small silver plate.

'Delicious?

When asked by mouth, the mother laughed and tore the pancake into her mouth.

When Jong-seok tasted it, one of the filming staff pretended to stick to Kim Sook-soo.

Jong-seok urged him to walk a little and stuck to Kim's back.

"Jong-seok, do you know what this smell is?”

After inhaling the scent of Jongseok's nose deeply, he opened his mouth to Kim's words and opened his mouth.

"It looks like soybean paste soup."

"Yes, it's sweet and fragrant. Then what do you think went into the bean paste soup?”

"Well, it's like a mugwort and a dalae."

"It's not just your mouth, it's also your nose."

Smiling and walking, said Kim.

"Yes, the main character of this morning's Korean breakfast is the word that comes to mind when you think of spring. It's a vegetable. What's unique is that there must be summer greens and autumn greens, but when you think of herbs for Koreans, spring herbs come to mind the most. Maybe it's because it's my first time eating vegetables after overcoming the cold winter?"

I admired Jong-seok for his familiar comments and walking.

'You're so good.’

According to Jong-seok, what Kim is doing now is not by script.

All Kim received was information about the food that the village elders are doing today.

Nevertheless, Kim was speaking well as if he had a script.

As he spoke, Kim Sook-soo passed the gate and went inside. Inside, several grandmothers and grandfathers gathered and were cooking while making a big pot.

Then the grandmothers started to laugh and offer food to Kim Sook-soo and Jong-seok.

The fragrant mugwort and seasoned stone sprouts wrapped around Jongseok's taste with the unique scent and taste of vegetables.

'It's delicious.'

I was worried that it wouldn't taste good.

'Yes, there's no seasoning as good as the good ingredients.’

Thinking like that, Jongseok devoured a bowl of rice with spring sprout soybean paste stew and seasoned stone trees.

And the shooting of the morning for Koreans in earnest was from now on.

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