The job of hosting a program seems like a difficult job to make ends meet.
It was an awkward question, but words that are hard to say in front of a person’s face just keep popping in the chat window because she asked me about my birthday.
The title of the program was ‘Let’s Talk’, so I thought I needed to have a conversation, but it seemed like an interview.
The host, flustered, apologized repeatedly, got angry a while ago, and now smiles as if nothing had happened.
She is really professional.
“When we looked at your SNS account, there were a lot of pictures of food. Come to think of it, in your first individual exhibition, the theme was desserts, right?”
I can’t understand even if you make fun of me in Korean.
The chat window was going up so fast that I couldn’t really read what everyone was saying.
At least, it was possible to recognize the words Jjajangmyeon or Tangsuyuk repeatedly.
Strangely, the delicious dish is not known in Europe and the United States.
Host Woojin explained “jajangmyeon” and “tangsuyuk” in English to the viewers.
She said jajangmyeon as Black bean sauce noodle and tangsuyuk as sweet and sour pork, even though it was not an accurate expression.
Black bean sauce noodles are also sweet and sour.
I can’t admit it.
“Then what food do you hate?”
“A dish made by my grandpa.”
Grandpa, who was watching next to the camera, flinched.
Perhaps because of the broadcast, he didn’t say anything, but he waved his fists and protested.
“Hahaha. I guess the great Artist Ko Sooyeol is not good with his cooking skills. What kind of food does he usually cook?”
“Ochazuke, mushroom mayonnaise salad, cold beef soup. Oh, salty kimchi. But the pork jjajang bokkeum, duck jjajang bokkeum he makes are delicious.”
The host’s expression was not good.
The chat window was full of question marks.
“ Hahaha….It’s a menu that shows off a sense of challenge.”
The host quickly changed the subject in a hurry.
I wonder if broadcasting is supposed to be this chaotic.
After about two hours of various questions, the show came to an end.
“Thank you for coming to our show.”
“Thank you for having me today!”
It was much harder than I thought, but the production team was happy, saying that there were up to 200,000 viewers.
“That’s why I’m scared of them.”
Meanwhile, host Woojin looked exhausted.
I shook hands and went away as she was muttering to herself.
I approached grandpa and uncle Bang.
“Did I do a good job?’”
“Oh, it was the best.”
Uncle Bang raised his fist and I bumped my fist into his.
“Let’s go.”
Grandpa’s voice had no power.
I thought something was wrong, so I looked at uncle Bang and he smiled quietly.
“He must be hurt.”
“Is it because of the cooking?”
I asked Grandpa, placing my hand on his back.
“No.”
Grandpa said as if he was sulking.
I mentioned the delicious food that he makes because I knew this would happen, but it doesn’t seem to have worked.
“Duck jjajang tang was really delicious.”
“Really.?”
“Yes. Uncle Bang will like it, too, if he eats one bite.”
Uncle Bang panicked at my words.
“It’s good. It was cooked well, the duck was seasoned well, and the soup was really thick. I looked it up and found that they don’t sell such dishes anywhere. Only grandpa can make it.”
Grandpa’s ears flinched.
It seemed to have a response, so I continued a little more.
“Uncle Bang, do you know how much effort it takes for the meat to be so tender? You can’t eat anywhere else even if I give you a lot of money. Don’t regret it and come to eat it later.”
When I saw that grandpa who was turning around slightly turned his head, I winked at Uncle Bang.
“Oh, really? Man, I really want to try that. Sir, can I ask you a favor? It looks so delicious that I really want to try it.”
Uncle Bang’s awkward acting seems to have worked.
Grandpa coughed.
“You must be hungry. Come on, let’s go.”
This time, I bumped my fist in the air with Uncle Bang’s fist so that there was no sound.
I came back to the hotel after having dinner.
Soon I saw Sihyeon sitting with his cheeks puffed.
“What’s wrong, Sihyeon?”
“I have to go back tomorrow. Uncle, can I stay with Hun a little longer?”
“No, you can’t, Young Master.”
“ Yes, Sihyeon. I have work to do starting tomorrow.”
When secretary Jung Jinho and I answered one after another, his mouth puffed even more.
Maybe he doesn’t want to go to school alone.
There were kids who secretly ignored and isolated him.
“It’s okay. Don’t mind what they say to you.”
He must be hurt, but he can overcome it as long as he remembers how much he is loved by his parents.
“You’re smarter than them.”
“It’s not because of that.”
“Then?”
Sihyeon turned and sat down.
“I want to draw, too.”
“Of course, you can. Didn’t your father allow you?”
“No, not like that. I want to be like Hun. I want to be a Artist.”
“There’s no difference between me and you. All you have to do is practice what you like, find things that you want to draw and things you want to show to others. It’s nothing special.”