Chapter 257:

Chapter 257:

257

Close Friends (4)

“How can you sleep like this? Stop talking nonsense.”

I don’t know what he’s saying after making such a mess.

I’m just getting the hang of the work and making progress, but I can’t quit now.

He should know how hard it is to get back into the groove once you stop working when you’re immersed in it.

He’s just being spiteful.

“Take a shower and go to bed.”

“...”

“I said go to bed.”

“...”

He ignores me a few times, but he eventually gives up and focuses on his own work.

I get greedy and want to decorate the house as well, but I don’t know if I can finish it by tonight.

Henri Matisse straightened his back after successfully making a ball in the box with only the corners left.

The ball was barely attached to the eight corners, excluding the floor.

He checked the time after finishing the base, and the clock pointed to 2 a.m.

He climbed onto the dining table and looked at Go Hun painting with a brush.

Go Hun, who had finally made a puppy, was making a bird and a child based on his skills.

He realized that the reason why the chocolate puppy failed was because of its weight and size, so he decided to reduce the size.

But with the balloon mold, the volume could only increase, and he had to find another way.

He searched for the works of chocolatiers and chocolate artists on the internet and organized his thoughts.

He adopted a method of putting melted chocolate in a plastic bag, cutting off a corner, and stacking it like a 3D printer.

He quickly understood the technique because he had seen how a 3D printer worked many times, and he was finally able to make chocolate birds, puppies, and people.

It was different from his original intention, but he was gradually approaching his goal of giving joy to the children.

‘...’

Henri Matisse watched Go Hun, who had been concentrating for hours, for a while.

He had started working around noon yesterday, so he had been doing it for 14 hours straight.

He recalled his childhood and was worried about the boy.

He had a personality that he had to see the end of whatever he was into, and he often had minor illnesses due to his irregular lifestyle.

He couldn’t give up his work, so he spent his spare time taking care of his body, but his physical condition was not very good because of his ingrained habits.

He maintained his health thanks to the constant care and his own efforts, but his liver and kidney levels rose as soon as he let his guard down.

“...”

That’s why he wanted Go Hun to live a regular life for his health, but he couldn’t stop him anymore.

He himself knew that he was not well, but he willingly did not let go of his brush and chisel, so he thought Go Hun would be no different.

People who were obsessed with something did not hear what others said around them.

Go Hun drew a butterfly with chocolate on wax paper and folded it slightly.

He made sure that the two wings did not stick together, so that it would harden as if it was flapping its wings.

A strange sympathy rose in Henri Matisse’s chest, which was full of worry.

When he held a brush and a chisel, only the work and himself existed.

He liked that loneliness.

He liked the process of getting closer to the ideal, step by step, and the heart that fluttered more as he did.

The satisfaction that flooded like a tidal wave when he completed the work.

Nothing could replace that.

The two continued to create their own worlds.

Only the sound of chocolate falling in the silence, but it was more peaceful than ever.

The day dawned.

“Ouch.”

Go Su Yeol, who came down to the second floor, looked around the kitchen that was a mess.

Chocolate wrappers and wax paper, chisels, chocolate pieces filled with trash cans, cookie crumbs.

He couldn’t tell where to start cleaning up the pots and dishes that filled the sink.

Michel hesitated and Henri picked up a knife. He was about to cut off a maple tree when Michel screamed.

“Wait! Wait a minute!”

“Why?”

“Don’t do that. Huh?”

“It’ll go bad if you leave it.”

“Just a little more.”

“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep.”

Henri Marso, who had stayed up for three days and nights, complained of fatigue.

He wanted to feed Michel the chocolate and sleep comfortably as soon as possible.

“Hey, wait. Take a picture. Take a picture. Hey, you idiot!”

When Henri finally cut off a branch, Michel hit his back.

Meanwhile.

Kosuyeol and Bang Taeho also opened their eyes wide at the chocolate house that Ko Hun had given them.

A chocolate penguin that looked like it was 50 cm tall was staring at them with round eyes.

“It’s a penguin.”

Ko Hun, who had prepared another work for his grandfather and Bang Taeho besides the for the children, was a bit disappointed by their reaction.

“Don’t you like it?”

“No, no.”

“Not really.”

Ko Hun asked and Kosuyeol and Bang Taeho shook their heads in confusion.

“It’s hard to make complex shapes with balloons. Like a dog. But I thought a standing penguin would be simple enough.”

“Uh, uh.”

Bang Taeho trailed off.

The Penguin was filled with chocolate syrup and mousse, nuts, nougat, and various candies on its belly and head.

“Just scoop it with a spoon.”

Ko Hun handed a spoon to his grandfather and Bang Taeho with a smile.

“Please eat it all.”

“All of this?”

Kosuyeol asked in surprise.

“It will go bad if you leave it.”

“Well, I guess so. But, grandpa, you can’t eat all of this. It will raise your blood sugar.”

“Blood sugar?”

“Diabetes.”

“Yeah. This thing. Sigh. You spent all your money on chocolate.”

Kosuyeol stuck out his tongue.

He felt dizzy at the sight of the diabetes-inducing appearance.

“Then there’s nothing we can do.”

Ko Hun turned his gaze to Bang Taeho.

“You worked hard going back and forth between Seoul and Paris. This is your reward, so enjoy it.”

“Uh...”

“Ahem. Hmm.”

Bang Taeho sent a plea for help to Kosuyeol, but Kosuyeol avoided his eyes with a cough.

“My blood vessels are going to work overtime today.”

“You don’t have to eat it all by yourself. You can put it in the fridge and eat it tomorrow.”

“...Wouldn’t it be better to take this to the mall work tomorrow?”

Ko Hun blinked.

“No. I’m really grateful for your thoughtfulness. I’m very happy. You made this for me.”

Ko Hun smiled brightly.

“I have something else to share with the kids. Please eat a lot, sir.”