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Episode 147. It’s raining now, so let’s all go together (2)
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If you ask if Pyeondol knows much about convenience store cup ramen, it’s Kebakeda. There are many cases to consider.
For example, how much waste is generated each day at the store you work at, what is the upper limit of your lunch budget, how much does your colleague understand about the relationship between sodium intake and bone density, etc.
In my case, I can be proud of my crispiness to the point where I could publish a Michelin guidebook for cup ramen. Honestly, who eats cup ramen while being concerned about their health? They just eat it.
The store manager told me that I could eat whatever I wanted, so I just had to keep the receipt, but I couldn’t bring myself to do that, so I stubbornly bought it with my own money. As a result, I gained some insight into cup ramen.
“So where’s the ramen, you piece of shit? The shelves are completely empty.”
“Please wait a moment. There are some things I left in the basement.”
“What the heck, why is there a basement in a convenience store?”
“Wow. Chan-i, you did something like that while you were submerged in water in the store?”
“I couldn’t do much. I’ll go alone, so please rest here for a bit. Manager.”
I thought I needed to go into the office alone. As I opened the office door and went inside, I saw Ms. Elena lying flat on the CCTV table.
“Ugh… .”
“Is your back okay? The officer said he sprained his back earlier.”
“Yes, okay… Huh?”
Miss Elena looked back and forth between the CCTV screen and my face, as if she hadn’t expected me to come in. I checked the screen, but it was frozen.
It seems like he pressed the wrong button. He looked at my face for a moment, then jumped up from his seat, groaned, and fell back down.
“Mr. Chani! Are you okay? Kkeuang!”
“That’s because you’re suddenly using muscles you’ve never used before. Take this and sit down for a bit.”
Of all the magic potions I received, there was only one I didn’t use: a recovery potion.
I asked her if she was okay. She said she was okay, to the point where there was nothing else to recover from. Her sad face changed into a worried one as she looked at the recovery medicine.
Then, he noticed my expression and asked cautiously.
“Mr. Chani, I mean… .”
“yes.”
“Did the medicine I made help you…?”
“It’s okay. Without the medicine, I wouldn’t have been able to get there.”
Aquatic breathing potion, tranquilizer, solvent, and freezing agent. Even by simple calculation, this means that magic was used four times. If even one of them had been missing, I wouldn’t have been able to get near the gate core.
Let me explain this as concisely as possible, he muttered, lowering his head as if somewhat relieved.
“Thank goodness. I guess I… .”
“You felt like you weren’t of much help, so you tried doing things that you normally wouldn’t do?”
“…yes.”
“Everyone said they were hungry, so I was thinking of bringing some cup ramen up. Are you hungry by any chance?”
If we continue talking, we will only end up going on parallel lines. Let’s change the subject. Ms. Elena tilts her head as if she doesn’t understand for a moment.
Then, he said, carefully taking a sip of the restorative medicine.
“Yes! I think it’s really hot.”
“Then please wait in the lobby. I’ll bring you some ramen.”
“I can help you too. Where should I go?”
“I’ve gathered them in the basement, but only authorized personnel are allowed entry, so that’s why. I’ll go and go alone.”
Let’s talk about it a little, he tilts his head twice as much as before.
“Is there a basement storage room in the convenience store?”
That’s right.
After answering that that was my boss’s taste, I went down alone and carried the ramen box. As if he had been waiting for me, as soon as our eyes met, he came over and held the ramen box from the other side.
It’s not that it’s bulky, but it’s actually uncomfortable to carry. After swallowing the words that came to mind, I placed the ramen box in the middle of the lobby.
After that, I received the order.
“Sir, what would you like to eat? Seniors first.”
“Then wouldn’t it be right for me to choose last?”
“Do whatever you want. Sir, what kind of ramen do you like?”
When you think of the taste of the elderly, you might think they like ramen with beef bone and soybean paste, but that’s not true. Unless it’s well-made ramen, they’ll only try it once out of curiosity.
Then, I tend to go back to the red lid ramen. Thinking that the old man would have similar tastes, he looked at the ramen box and picked up a yellow lid ramen.
I checked and it was cheese-flavored stir-fried ramen. The sweet and salty taste was exquisite.
“I tried what my granddaughter recommended, and it was just my taste.”
“hmm….”
“I’m not very good at eating spicy food.”
The Michelin Guide is discontinued as of today… .
If you want to eat, then eat. What more can I say? After giving him the chopsticks, he looked up at the officer and asked.
“What would you like to eat, sir?”
“With the cheapest ramen….”
“Don’t worry about that and just eat. You worked really hard.”
Since the Anti-Bribery Act standard is less than 30,000 won, ramen is obviously not included. When I offered it again, the officer who had been hesitating picked up the bone broth ramen and asked me.
“Is that okay?”
“It’s sturdy. Even though it’s a little flimsy.”
“No. Rather than that….”
“The prices of everything here are ridiculous, so just eat it. Here are the chopsticks.”
Next guest. Chihuahua.
“Which of these tastes good?”
“It depends on what kind of ramen the customer likes. What do you like?”
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“It’s delicious.”
“Then I’ll give you the best-selling one, so have this.”
I put chopsticks on top of the red lid ramen and gave it to him, and when his eyes started to pop out, saying that he was doing business carelessly, I appeased him with a bag of stir-fried kimchi and sent him away. Next.
“What would you like to eat, Sister?”
“Give me anything. Ramen is just right there.”
“There’s no ramen named ‘Anything’?”
“I just choose, Inma.”
Then he took the Jjajangmyeon and chopsticks and left. Now there were only two left.
“I like thin noodles because they’re easier to eat, Chan-i.”
“There are thin noodles for curly ramen, thin noodles for dried noodles, and noodle ramen. How about something less spicy and with a clean broth?”
“Uh… That sounds good.”
I asked him the question that came to mind, and his expression brightened, showing that he was curious. After I grabbed some chopsticks and handed them to him, I crouched down next to the store manager and continued the conversation.
“What would you like, sir?”
“The one with the big lid. It’s good for eating cold. What about Chani?”
“Well, I’ve tried almost everything here… .”
“Then how about this?”
The ramen that the store manager personally selected was the Lightning Flavored Ramen.
Our store has quite a variety of ramen, and among them, there are some ramen with strange concepts that I have never seen in my world. I’m talking about otherworldly ramen.
For example, ramen with noodles that soak up broth, giving the feeling of actually eating slime, or ramen that gives the impression of synesthesia.
And honestly, I never even touched these things.
There was no reason to eat lightning-flavored ramen when there were normal ramen, and I had no idea what lightning-flavored ramen tasted like. What kind of taste is this? Does it mean that it makes you realize the importance of stomach health like lightning?
“Is this okay?”
“I haven’t tried it, but it used to sell a lot. It’s a bit stale now though.”
It seems like a type of ramen that suddenly becomes popular through TV or SNS, but these types of ramen don’t last long. This is because the taste doesn’t live up to the expectations that are inflated by the media.
But is it my part-time job? My boss said it was edible.
“Then let’s try it. But is our water heater okay?”
“I checked while Chan was gone, and the power was cut off. I turned it on.”
“You did a great job. Ladies and gentlemen, I think you can have some water.”
I guess they’ve all chosen their ramen like this. They stand in line to get their drinks in order, put them on the table, and wipe the chairs that have gotten dirty from the rain with a towel.
We sat in a row at the table, waiting for the ramen to cook, and three minutes later the alarm rang.
– Ding.
The sound of the lid being opened in time with the alarm set by the store manager filled the store. After that, the sound of chopsticks being opened. I opened my chopsticks too and took a bite of the lightning-flavored ramen.
It was okay, even though it had a slight mustard flavor. These guys didn’t change the flavor, they just matched the color to yellow lightning… .
But it was still delicious, so that was okay. Since all the customers were very hungry, the only sound that could be heard throughout the restaurant was the slurping of ramen noodles for a long time.
Just a word of small talk along the way.
“f*ck, this is so f*cking delicious.”
Everyone tacitly agreed. It’s good because it’s peaceful.
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When the sound of noodles being chewed died down, I took out my phone and opened up my notepad. My break time was over, so I had to get back to work.
“Guests. We’d like to finish up this before we leave. Do you have any personal expenses or other needs?”
“What do you need, Mr. Chan?”
“If you spend money on this job, the country will pay for it. If you just listen to them, they seem willing to give you anything you ask.”
Since I received applause over the phone, I plan to ask for it with some confidence. Even if I say that I wrote it, it’s only a little bit of my mental lifespan and a few kinds of magic potions… Ah.
“For example, the payment for the magic potion you made me this time. You must have ordered the ingredients online. You paid for them.”
“Uh… yes. But I bought it as a hobby… .”
“Then let’s consider it as receiving support for a hobby with government funds. How many opportunities like this do you get? How much does it cost?”
When I asked with my finger on the notepad, Miss Elena thought for a moment and then answered.
“I think it was about 80 all together…?”
“How much?”
“I think 80 was right. Interest-free installment plan for 6 months.”
I’m not dizzy, but I’m at the point where I can wave my hand across the stream. Do I have to burn 80 to make five bottles of medicine the size of two thumb joints?
I wanted to, but when I thought about it carefully, it wasn’t really something that surprised me. Even if it was a bit embarrassing, it was something that the gentlemen who allocate the budget for the Magic Agency would have to do.
“First, write down 80. What else?”
“Uh… If it’s not urgent, can I take my time and think about it?”
“Then please think about it by tonight and text me. What about you, sir?”
“I’m not sure. My shoulder feels a little sore….”
“Then how about getting a health checkup?”
The old man must have dug up dozens of rocks today, and must have used quite a bit of horsepower. I think this is enough to warrant some leniency.
When I asked, the old man thought for a moment and then answered.
“I wonder if it’s possible for my pet to receive it instead of me. My pet has been sneezing a lot lately… .”
“I’ll ask once. I have no choice but to give it a try.”
“Thank you, sir. I’ll tell you anything else as it comes to mind.”
I told him to do so. Next, I looked at the Chihuahua closest to me, and it looked down at me as if it was asking what the hell I was doing.
“This crazy guy wants to give the Magical Agency money to the hacker who robbed the Magical Agency?”
“If you don’t want to, then don’t bother. You won’t even tell me your name anyway, so how can I ask for money…?”
“Charlie.”
“yes?”
What do you want me to do?
“His name is Charlie, you piece of shit. Are you deaf?”
No, I heard it correctly. It just didn’t register in my head.
The name Charlie is one of the top 3 names used frequently when naming dogs in the United States. Bailey is in 1st place and Max is in 2nd place.
I have no idea why the name that ranks third is coming out of this world, and of all places, from this Chihuahua…
I don’t really tease people about my name. When I was in elementary school, my nickname was Banchan at the cafeteria and Poop Ball Chan at the playground. I asked around casually.
“Hey Charlie, what do you need?”
“This kid?”
“I’m joking. What do you need?”
“Just give me a case of Zero Coke, you piece of shit. In your name.”
It seemed like he didn’t want to be blacklisted by the Magical Agency, but if that was the case, why did he say his name?
This must be the case. This guy has been acting up for a while. He finished asking after writing down a box of Zero Coke.
“What else?”
“Yo-gang, you piece of shit. Quick delivery.”
“That’s what I’m saying. Now that the water is almost gone, the toilet will probably flush properly, right?”
I suddenly remembered and spoke. The Chihuahua, who had been blankly staring at me, began to wrinkle its face and shouted in a voice full of resentment.
“Why do you say that now?”
After doing this, he shoulder-tackled the main gate and ran out to the back of the store building. When he looked up at the store manager, he shrugged and opened his mouth.
“There haven’t been many customers lately, so I left the bathroom door unlocked. What about Chani?”
“I didn’t lock it either. Anyway, that’s fine. Next customer.”