"...Dad, I'm back."

"Oh, come back?"

Han Yu was slightly stunned, looking at Lin's father who looked as usual in front of him, his nervousness, which was already ready to explain everything, suddenly relaxed.

"Oh, how long are you going to stay there and watch? Why don't you come and help me!"

Seeing Han Yu standing in the entrance hall, Lin’s father stood at the kitchen door, surrounded by an apron, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and waved to him with an unpleasant expression.

"Ah...yes, here it's here."

Han Yu was slightly stunned, then nodded in a daze, took off his down jacket, pulled the cuffs of the fine down sweater he was wearing inside, and followed Lin's father into the kitchen.

"These are yours. Remember how to deal with the materials for the army pot?"

Blinking, looking at the can of kimchi and a few onions in front of him, Han Yu turned his head and looked at Lin's father who was cutting his chopping board with his lunch meat. He hesitated for a moment, but said nothing, and washed his hands and picked up the kitchen knife.

Lin Yunyu didn't learn any Korean food before, but military pot is an exception, and it is also the easiest Korean food to master. It is similar to hot pot, or it is actually hot pot. You just need to simply cut the ingredients into slices and put them together to cook them. So Han Yu served it without much worry, not to mention that it was eaten by both of them.

"Ah, yeah, boy, you've been doing military pots like this for so many years."

Putting down the knife and resting for a moment, Lin's father turned his head and looked at it, and couldn't help rolling his eyes. His face, which had been a little too indifferent since Han Yu entered the door, finally showed a irritating smile.

I copied the kitchen knife in my hand, who I didn't know how many times I explained it to him, and used the tip of the knife to pick the ingredients on the chopping board with disgust, and then said to the brat with some disgust: "Oh, boy, you didn't do it on purpose, right? Your knife skills were obviously very good last time. Or, have you developed a habit? This is how it is when you make a military pot? Alas, have you forgotten the lesson Yooner taught that time before?!"

In the past Yoona...

Han Yu, who was still a little stunned by Lin's sudden lesson because he was distracted and thought about things, was suddenly stunned again.

Looking down at the ingredients on the chopping board that were really inconsistent with his usual level, Han Yu's face seemed to have suddenly changed a little inexplicably...

...

"Ahem! Ahem!"

"Ah? Yoona. Yoona, ah~ Dad! Dad!"

"Yun, Yoona... Daddy!!"

It seems the same but a little different environment, with three people around a dining table, a girl, a little girl, and a boy.

The little girl looked about five or six years old, wearing a pink princess dress, and looked very well-behaved and cute, but at this time, she was wide open with her watery little eyes, her face turned red, her hands were dancing around, and she touched her tiny neck from time to time, constantly coughing, as if she was choking by something.

As for the other teenagers and girls, they were thirteen and fourteen years old and fifteen years old, they all stood up and gathered around the little girl with anxious faces. Especially the teenagers among the two, their deep and bright eyes were full of anxiety and self-blame. In the middle of the dining table where the three of them were sitting around, there was a hot pot-like thing with steaming and many ingredients mixed with hot ingredients.

"What's wrong?! What's wrong?!"

Hearing the anxious shouts of the teenagers, a man in his forties hurriedly ran out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife in his hand.

"Dad! Yun, Yoona choked on potato cubes!"

"What?!"

The face was also anxious. The man glanced at the little girl whose little face was red, and quickly put down the kitchen knife in his hand and picked up the little girl, without caring about feeling distressed. He patted the little girl's back heavily.

"Puff! Cough cough..."

This trick is indeed very effective. In just a few strokes, an "unidentified object" was sprayed out of the little girl's mouth at a speed that the naked eye could not see clearly, and a trace of crystal saliva was drawn.

"Ahem. Wow~ Dad~ It's just so uncomfortable~!"

The man who suddenly felt relieved gently patted his little chest again. The little girl finally recovered. The little face, which still looked fleshy, was filled with joy like a survivor. Then, a crisp cry sounded.

"It's okay~ It's okay~ it's all because of the oppa, it's all because of this stupid oppa. Cut the potato cubes that Yoona eats so big, come on, let's hit him, hit him."

While comforting the little daughter who was crying with her mouth puffed, the man glared at the boy who was silent while leaning back. As he said that, he gently grabbed the little girl's still fleshy little arm to pat the boy.

The boy stood aside silently, facing the little hand that was pulled over by his big hand and slapped him without flashing or dodging. His deep and bright eyes quietly stared at the little girl who was holding the man's neck and pouting with his lips desperately. His deep eyes were full of self-blame and heartache.

“Try an oppa?”

Hearing the man's words, the little girl's crying sounded immediately. She blinked her wet little eyes and turned to look at the boy who was standing aside silently and looked at her guiltily. Her small brows immediately frowned, and she chewed her little mouth higher. She pulled her fleshy little hand out of the man's big hand and shouted: "No! Why do you want to hit Yoona's oppa? Dad is a bad guy! Humph!"

As he said that, the fleshy little hand slapped the man's arm without hesitation.

I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. The man looked at the porcelain doll in his arms that was obviously turning his elbow out, looking like a calf-protecting child, and his face suddenly showed a hint of laughter and crying expression.

"Hmph! Dad is bad! Yoona doesn't want dad!"

It seemed that it was not satisfying to pat it. The little girl kicked her little legs hard for a few times, and she was about to break free from the man's arms. She was afraid that she would be injured, so the man had to put her on the ground halfway.

"Ba, bha, bha."

“oppaoppa~”

With his little feet, he ran to the boy happily, blinking his eyes hard, and a big smile on his fleshy little face. He raised his hands and raised two equally small thumbs at the boy, "Oppa's army pot is delicious! Yoona likes it very much~! Oppa, let's make it for Yoona next time!"

His deep eyes trembled suddenly. He looked at the small short figure beside him, and the bright smile on her face. The young man's still young face was complicated at first, with self-blame and happiness. However, in the end, all his emotions turned into an equally bright smile. He lowered his body and picked up the little girl slightly, pressed his forehead against her forehead, and deliberately touched the tip of his nose, causing a crisp laugh.

"Okay, oppa... I'll make it for you next time."

Looking at the little girl who smiled in front of her, revealing two rows of crocodile-like teeth that were still unaware of. The pair of smiling eyes that were as bright as stars were flashing with deep love...

…(To be continued.)
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