Chapter 148 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum

Chapter 148 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum

“Right, uncle? I’m pretty, aren’t I?”

“Uh? Oh, very pretty.”Findd new stories at novelhall.com

“Hehe, then you'll give us a lot of fish?”

“Of course! Pretty people don’t get fat no matter how much they eat.”

“Hehe, then please give us a lot?”

"Alright, wait just a bit. I’ll slice it up quickly for you."

What's this atmosphere?

Where did the lady who was scolding the uncle go? If she were here, she would have given him a smack.

I glanced at Youngju cautiously. But instead, Youngju was happily whistling and looking around the aquarium.

"Wow, is that a red sea bream? It looks really meaty."

Youngju, delighting like a child at the aquarium. I realized she also had this side to her. I rarely saw her feminine side, as she always had a tomboyish personality. When she smiled in such attire, she looked like an angel.

The uncle quickly packed the sashimi and came outside.

"Here, for the pretty lady."

"Thank you!"

"I packed it generously, so come again."

"Sure~"

After the uncle went back in, we continued pushing the scooter along. Youngju drooled over the packed sashimi.

"Look at this color. It's a whole different level from what we had in Seoul. Do you have soju at home?"

"Even if we run out of food, we never run out of alcohol."

"Great! Let's drink to death today. Hey, look at this. He really gave us a lot, didn't he?"

Seeing the sashimi Youngju handed to me, I was dumbfounded.

"What's this? It seems like 1.5 times the amount I would get for the same price alone. Wow, that uncle is really something. Is he discriminating?"

Youngju, in such a good mood, hugged the sashimi packet and jumped around excitedly.

"Kyahahaha! It's all because I’m pretty, right?"

"Ugh."

It had been 40 minutes since Youngju arrived at the port and stopped by the sashimi restaurant.

During that time, Youngju didn't say a word about what the media was saying or the outside situation.

She just chatted happily, like a friend who had come on a trip with me. And I was so thankful for that.

When we arrived at the accommodation, I parked the scooter and said.

I chuckle to myself at the thought and continue preparing for our drink.

But why isn’t Youngju coming out? The soju I purposely put in the freezer to chill is going to warm up, and there's no sign of Youngju.

After sitting blankly on the platform for over 30 minutes, Youngju finally appears.

“Hey, what took you so long....”

I was about to scold her, but I lost my words seeing Youngju coming out of the door.

Was Youngju always this pretty?

I expected her to come out in something like sweatpants since she said she’d change into something comfortable. But Youngju is still made up, wearing a different colored dress and sandals.

Her long hair flowing as she takes off her hat, I couldn’t take my eyes off Youngju’s face.

Youngju walks over, glances at the fish, and then meets my eyes.

“What?”

“.......”

“What are you staring at, punk?”

Crash.

The sound of my fantasy shattering.

But what's left isn't disappointment, it’s laughter.

“Hahaha!! Seo Youngju! That's more like you! Hahaha!”

“What, punk. Why are you suddenly laughing like crazy! Did you eat some laughter mushrooms or what?”

“Hahahaha!!”

Youngju is choking me, shaking me violently, and shouting.

“You punk! You thought my clothes didn't suit me! Thinking I should wear something like you! Admit it!”

No, you fool.

I thought it suited you well.

Youngju, still choking me, screams.

“You thought, ‘Why is someone like her wearing feminine clothes?’ Admit it!”

“Haha!!”

No, you fool.

I thought you looked really pretty.

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