243 Daddy's too strong. Episode 242.

Byul liked the chicken. The chicken dish was really delicious. Chicken breast salad was good, and boiled chicken was good. But I especially liked chicken. The combination of crispy fried powder and chicken is simply unbearable.

"I'm going to lose two."

Byul wakes up early in the morning, opening the fridge.

I ate the leftover seasoned chicken last night. With the sauce all over his hands and mouth, he cut the chicken leg big and washed the sauce on his fingers sideways. Without realizing it, Byul, who had ripped off the whole chicken leg, went outside with a box of chicken and separated it, and returned home and lay down on the sofa and began to sleep in a good night's sleep.

After a light walk, it was lunch.

Moon Byul was lying on the sofa, snoozing. I think I woke up once in the middle.

The baby's mouth was covered with red sauce. Dojun opened the refrigerator and confirmed that the box containing the leftover chicken was missing yesterday. Byul must have eaten breakfast.

Crouching.

Pour boiling water from the coffee pot into the mug.

The fourth floor of the center, the neophyte from Seogye, was also added.

Sinyeopcho was popular in the Zen world because it was known to have a good effect on purifying the mana in the body.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...…."

Byul talked in her sleep.

Then, he rolled around and tried to fall under the sofa.

For a moment. Dojun's hand was thrown out, and the wind swirled at the point where Byul was about to fall.

Took.

The wind acted as a cushion, safely dropping the star on the floor.

Soon after, Moon Byul rolled on the floor one more time and opened her eyes wide.

Moon Byul blinked and looked at Do-jun, and walked in a huddle.

Dojun grinned and lifted the star up and sat on his lap. Byul was dozing off to see if she had yet to wake up from her sleep, and saw that the hour hand of the clock pointed to "12." I hear a rumbling sound from my stomach.

"Are you hungry?"

"Woong!"

"Is there anything you want to eat?"

Byul came up with several candidates.

Chicken, pork belly, pizza, jajangmyeon, kimchi stew...….

But it didn't take long to choose the menu.

"The moon is gone. Aah."

"I had it in the morning?"

Byul dodged Dojun's eyes, rolling her eyes around. My dad wouldn't know I had chicken in the morning. The chicken box has already been separated with the old guard.

"Ah, nin? Rice, ri, bba, bba, bba, bba?"

Chicken seasoning that is dried around the mouth

Moreover, the smell of chicken came up every time I spoke.

Dojun lifted Byul, held her ear to the baby's stomach, and took it off.

"But I can hear the sound of chicken in the star's belly. You ate seasoned chicken."

Surprised by the words, Byul looked up with her hands on her belly.

"Dal-gi-so-ri, are you there?

"Then."

When Byul was caught lying, she lowered her head.

"Ma, now... ...the rice, the saliva, the moon, the moon, go, go, go, go, go, go.…."

Dojun smiled and lowered Byul to the floor.

Just because you ate chicken in the morning doesn't mean you shouldn't eat it again for lunch. Dojun put his coat on his shirt, thinking of having chicken for lunch with Byul. He also put earplugs on Byul's forehead and an overcoat with ducks on it.

I was going to go to Namdaemun market today.

***

In these days, the number of people who enjoy traditional markets has decreased.

Located close to home, the marts have spacious and comfortable parking facilities with neat interior design, so young people often used to use large marts. However, the traditional market had a different "human smell" than the mart, so Dojun sometimes visited the traditional market.

It's less than it used to be.

Many people still visit traditional markets.

On the signboards of crowded restaurants, the phrase "original" was particularly visible. Grandmothers walking around with a tray of plaques on their heads and housewives who come to shop haggle with shopkeepers.

[Old original chicken]

If you walk the market for about five minutes.

Once upon a time, you could see a red sign with six letters of original chicken.

Unlike the usual chicken that comes out these days, it was made by frying a whole chicken with little frying powder, which was really a delicacy to eat with your hands.

"Hot! The moon house, man!"

Fried chickens in a cauldron.

The shelves are lined with greasy, complete chickens.

Byul ran towards the chicken and stared at the owner of the chicken restaurant as he cooked.

[One 5,000 won.]

[Two 8,000 won.]

a price list posted under a display table

"Two, two, three, you're all."

Byul was surprised to read the price list aloud.

In general, chicken costs more than 15,000 won per chicken, while chicken here costs only 8,000 won per chicken.

"Gee, Jing-Ja, wrap up."

He approached President Dojun.

I put out a 10,000 won bill.

"Can I have two? I'll eat in the hall."

"Yes!"

Two whole chickens came out.

Chicken radish, salt and mustard sauce were services.

The shop's boss tore the whole chicken apart to make it easy to eat, and Byul cooked and dipped a big chunk of meat with a silver fork and chewed it in her mouth. Do-jun grinned as he looked at Byul, who looked really delicious and had a happy.

'Hmm?'

Someone is pacing at the entrance of the store.

The wrinkled white-haired grandmother was wearing her trousers and ramie red ginseng. Although it was in the middle of winter, her clothes were for summer, and she had a five-color purse that was only used in the old days.

[Bachelors, give me a whole chicken.

She spoke to the shop owner who was frying the chicken in front of the cauldron. However, the boss went around the kitchen without answering, grooming chickens, filling them with cooking oil, or taking orders from guests in the hall.

[Bachelors...]

a hand full of calluses

a bent back Do I look 70 years old?

Grandmother lingered around the place for a long time, when the bachelor called her and there was no answer.

Byul, who was chewing a whole chicken, came down from her chair and mumbled to the shop owner and said, pulling on the hem of his clothes.

"Ah, Joe. Hal Mo Nega Bulle.""

"Huh? Grandma?"

"My. The moon is a mile long."

Moon Byul looks at where she pointed her finger.

But there was no grandmother there. The shopkeeper smiled and stroked Byul's hair.

"I can't make fun of you. Where's your grandmother?"

At that remark.

Moon Byul opened her eyes wide.

He approached his grandmother, and tried to hold her hand.

However, Byul's hand passed through her grandmother's hand.

"......."

Byul tried to catch her grandmother.

However, Byul's body passed through her grandmother.

It wasn't just the stars. The people passed through the grandmother's body.

"Jing Ja-it is great......... here, here, here, here, here...…."

The shopkeeper scratched his head in embarrassment.

And Dojun stood up while watching the situation.

I stood in front of my grandmother. A small height less than 150 centimeters.

Grandmother ignored Dojun and called the store owner without hesitation.

[Boy. Give me a whole chicken.]

"..........."

The grandmother in front of her eyes was what she called a "dead man."

A state in which only the soul remains, without the flesh. When a man died, the spirit was directed to Guchon, but somehow this spirit did not go to Guchon, but remained in the present world. This was a case in which there was either a strong lingering feeling in the world or that he was not aware that he was dead.

"Grandfather."

Dojun talked to his grandmother.

Grandmother turned her head toward Dojun to see if she could hear him.

"You must be here to buy chicken."

[My grandson is on vacation, and he loves chicken so much that he came to buy it. But this bachelor keeps ignoring me....... I'm sorry, but could you please speak for me? I'll give you the money.….]

Grandma untied the string on the five-colored wallet, and took out the notes one by one from the wallet. four bills which say 1,000 won However, it was quite different from the 1,000 won color that came out these days. Nowadays, the 1,000 won was blue, but the 1,000 won in my grandmother's hand was purple.

"Yes."

Dojun smiled and received his grandmother's money.

Somehow, Dojun could touch her and the items she was holding.

A moment later, said Dojun, who packed a whole chicken.

"Where is your home? Let me see you home."

***

Where I arrived with my grandmother.

There was an old house that was going down.

The name 'Kim Wol-soon' is written on the doorplate.

The old house, with no street address attached, seemed quite a long time out of reach. Kim Wol-soon was the name of her grandmother.

a gain on talent

When I opened the rusty iron door and walked inside, I could see garbage rolling around in the yard.

a desolate house

Kim Wol-sun passed through Jang Ji-mun and went inside.

Thick.

Dojun laid down the whole chicken he had brought on the floor where the floorboard was standing.

Byul was sleeping in Dojun's arms. Kim Wol-soon looked at the August 2010 calendar on top of an old chest drawer. The column on August 19 was circled.

[My grandson is on vacation today, so I've marked him out in case he forgets. It's my first time seeing you since I joined the army. It was so hard not to eat what I wanted to eat my baby.….]

"Your grandson must like whole chicken."

[Sure. The day before he joined the army, he sang so much that he wanted to eat chicken...]...... but the ugly old lady couldn't buy it because she didn't have money at the time......... she said it's okay because she's a deep-seated girl, and I asked her to buy it when she comes on vacation next time, but I must keep her promise. I thought.]

"......."

The whole chicken was steaming.

Dojun looked at Kim Wol-soon, who was smiling happily at the chicken.

Perhaps, Kim Wol-soon did not meet her grandson on August 19, 2010.

Her time has stopped since then, and her soul remains in the present world, unable to go to the Guchon until now.

You must have had a hard time growing up without your parents. Thank you very much. ....]

"What's his grandson's name?"

Somewhere in Seongbuk-dong, Seoul. a luxurious mansion

It was a building of Icarus guild.

A man, with his foot on the desk in the Oval Office, lay his chair back and closed his eyes.

On the desk, the luxurious nameplate said [Guild leader Kang Min-hyuk].

in a burst

The door opened, and Han Min-ji came in.

"Senior, what are you doing? Aren't you coming down?"

A few days ago, the A-class massacre was over.

I heard that there is a chicken and beer party with some guild members.

Kang Min-hyuk smiled awkwardly.

"Sorry. I'll be right there. Go ahead."

"I'm waiting for the guild members. Do you have to come right away?"

Han Min-ji closed the door and went out.

Kang Min-hyuk, who was left alone, closed his eyes again and muttered.

"......why chicken?"