A Bowl of Jjajang, The Son-in-Law of Jegalse - Chapter 564



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Episode 564: Heavenly Demon and Heavenly Hemp

After greeting his wives and mother, he decided to ask his mother again about Cheonma’s purpose just in case.

I’m sure your mother knows the real reason why you came.

“Your Majesty, why did you come to the Central Plains?”

Then, the mother touches her lips and answers.

“Cheongwoon-ah, actually, when you returned to Cheonmasingyo last time, your mother thought that you would be held accountable for the death of Sisahyeolgwi and would not be able to avoid death.”

“that···.”

Somehow my mother’s face didn’t look bright. It didn’t seem to be because she was sad about parting with me.

As my eyes widened in surprise, my mother stroked my hand and said,

“But the Holy Spirit did not ask for any wrongdoing.”

It would not be strange if Mother were to be killed, taking responsibility for the death of one of the elders, just as she said.

But when I blinked at the words that I had done nothing wrong, my mother continued speaking with a look of incomprehension on her face.

“And the Holy Spirit didn’t ask anything, he just asked me one thing.”

“which?”

“I heard that your son is a chef named Shikryong. Have you tried his cooking and found it really delicious?”

“So?”

“So? Mother?”

The sight of Cheong-i, Yeong-yeong, and even Mimi blinking in surprise at their mother’s words.

The mother’s mouth slowly opened and a heartbreaking answer flowed out from her son.

“So, I answered that it was so delicious that I would have no regrets even if I died.”

“oh···.”

“mother···.”

My mother’s answer brought tears to the eyes of the four of us, including me.

I guess that’s what he said when he thought he would be severely punished and die.

Now that I’ve eaten my son’s cooking, I can die.

When I said those words, I couldn’t help but feel tears welling up in my eyes as I thought about my mother’s feelings.

‘Gyaaaah. Mom…’

And the story that follows is even more surprising.

“Why are your eyes reddening like that? Your mother is still alive. Anyway, when I answered like that, Seonghwa said this. ‘Really? Is that really all? Hmm… Then when should we go eat some food made by the Blood Flower Witch’s son?’ That’s what he said.”

“Really? You said you were going to eat Gaga’s cooking? What should I call you, Cheonma?”

The mother nods her head at Young-young’s surprised question.

As we all looked at each other in surprise, my mother’s voice continued.

“But I had forgotten about that story, and a while ago, I was reading the letter that Cheongun had sent me alone, and he suddenly appeared.

When the letter was discovered, I thought something big would happen, but then he suddenly said that he wanted to go to the Central Plains. He said he was curious about you.”

“I, I mean?”

“Yes, like I said last time, I’m curious about what my son, who ate the food and placed half of the martial arts world under the feet of Seonghwa, looks like.”

“No, did Cheonma really come to eat Gaga’s cooking?”

“You came all the way here not to conquer the Central Plains, but to eat your husband’s cooking?”

“To eat the old man’s cooking and see what kind of person he is···.”

The wives opened their eyes wide in surprise at their mother’s answer.

That’s understandable, since he came to see me in person after eating my cooking.

It seemed that this body, in the deformed position of a son-in-law to the Five Great Kings, had greatly stimulated the curiosity of the Absolute One.

Originally, the Cheonma were quick to assume the position of absolute being and live a life of leisure, so if their curiosity is piqued, they may move even for trivial things.

‘Why do you have to draw aggro there?’

If he wanted to attract attention by becoming the son-in-law of a great family, he would have to come from the martial arts world of the Central Plains, the imperial family, the government, or Confucianism, but instead, they were quiet and it felt like they were strangely stimulating Cheonma’s curiosity.

While everyone was being dumbfounded, Cheong-i’s gaze turned to the entrance of my room.

Perhaps someone had appeared, and as everyone looked nervously toward the entrance, the woman named Okso-gyo, who had been introduced earlier, poked her head out of the entrance to my quarters and spoke.

“Ahem… I came because the Holy Spirit told me to deliver a message.”

‘Cheonma?’

The story goes that Cheonma sent a woman to tell us a story.

As everyone became tense, looking at the woman’s mouth, a woman’s voice was heard.

“Can I try the delicious food of Shikryong that I’ve only heard stories about for dinner?”

It seems like he really meant it when he said he came to eat.

He calmed his bewildered mind and answered the woman named Okso-gyo.

“Of course. I will make sure dinner is ready on time. Oh, and I will tell the servants to prepare some warm water, so please tell them to take a bath first and get rid of the toxins.”

“all right.”

After hearing my answer, Okso-gyo disappears from the entrance and heads back to where Cheonma is.

After she had completely disappeared, he spoke to his wives.

Since it has come to this, there is nothing that can be done.

“Mimi, go to Bokju right now and get the ingredients I wrote down. We have to hurry to prepare dinner.”

“Gaga, are you really going to cook?”

“Well, since you came all the way here to eat my cooking, shouldn’t I treat you properly?”

“No, that’s true, but···.”

It didn’t matter what the reason was.

If you really came to taste my cooking, then I’ll feed you.

The Heavenly Horses are very fickle, but when they are satisfied, they sometimes bestow unexpected graces, so I decided to try melting the Heavenly Horses’ tongues with some cooking.

Do you know? Maybe it will cure my illness, or maybe it will teach me some martial arts?

The reason I am so confident is because I have melted the tongues of the Empress Dowager and the Emperor, so there is no reason why I could not melt the tongue of the Heavenly Demon.

Cheonma is usually known to live like an emperor in the Cheonma Sect, so you can think of it as facing the emperor once again.

‘The Tongue of the Heavenly Horse. I’ll just melt it away.’

Besides, I’m not a martial artist, I’m a chef.

He came all the way from one end of the central plains to eat the chef’s cooking, so of course I had to cook for him while expressing my gratitude.

Even if we calculate it roughly, the distance between Cheonmasingyo where Cheonma is and Bokju in a straight line is approximately four thousand kilometers.

The distance from Seoul to Busan is about 300 kilometers, so isn’t it natural for a chef to do his best for a customer who has traveled more than ten times that distance?

Cheong-i and Mimi nodded at my request.

“Okay, I understand. While Young-young and Mimi go shopping, you have to take good care of No-gong.”

“Of course! I will protect this with my life!”

Although it didn’t seem like a situation where one would risk one’s life would arise, Young-Young answered with a determined expression.

As we quickly wrote down the ingredients we needed to grind on the paper that was prepared at the residence, Yeong-yeong looked at the list and started to give attention to Cheong-i and Mimi.

“Listen carefully, both of you. Meat should always go where it’s supposed to be, and vegetables are the freshest these days at Mr. Hoo’s. Other places are a bit like that. You know the place we always go for seafood? It’s a promise, so even if it’s urgent, you have to keep it.

Oh, and for the small stuff, just go to the store and get them, okay?”

It seemed like Young-young had finally become the chef’s wife.

***

While Cheong-i and Mimi went to Bok-ju to get ingredients, Yeong-yeong and I went to pick up the swallow’s nest.

Just like the lotus root that I cooked to give meaning to my mother’s return when I was leaving, lotus root could not be left out of today’s cooking to celebrate her return.

“Why should I be helping you eat Cheonma?”

The process of removing a swallow’s nest, washing it in clean water, and removing feathers and dust inside.

Among the dishes I make, Young-young is the only one who can do it competently and sticks her mouth out.

Why should I have to prepare the food that Cheonma is going to eat?

“Isn’t this something your mother would eat?”

“But you’ll eat the devil’s apple too.”

“Well, that’s true.”

Then, Young-Young leaned forward and asked in a secretive voice.

“Gaga, should we just burn off the poison? If we defeat Cheonma here, we’ll be martial arts heroes?”

I thought it was going to be a disaster, but would a heavenly horse really die from poison?

If you do that, it will be like stirring up a hornet’s nest.

He answered Young-young’s question with a sly smile.

“Surely the Heavenly Horse would die from your poison? Stop talking nonsense and move your hands quickly.”

“Blood… I was just joking. But you came here to eat, so you can’t put poison in the food that Gaga is eating. It’s not like you’re poisoning someone, it’s cowardly.”

According to what Chobin had to say, the Cheonma that had come this time was completely different from the Cheonma that had been watching over the Central Plains martial arts world.

Since he was the one who had defeated the previous Cheonma and become Cheonma, there was no need for Yeongyeong to show such hostility.

Perhaps Young-young was so surprised by the fact that it was Cheonma that he forgot about it, so I explained it to him again.

“Young-young, have you forgotten that the Cheonma you’ve come to see now is a Cheonma that has absolutely nothing to do with the Saewoehyeolsa incident from twenty years ago? Didn’t Cho-bin say that it hasn’t even been that long since he became a Cheonma?”

“Oh right! Really!?”

Yeong-yeong’s eyes widened as if the fact had just come to her mind after hearing what I said.

Yeong-yeong stopped picking out feathers, grabbed his chin, thought about something for a moment, and asked.

“Then, is the Cheonma that came just now a good Cheonma?”

It seemed like this guy Young-young was childishly thinking of Cheonma as a good Cheonma or a bad Cheonma, but where in the world are there good Cheonma and bad Cheonma?

A horse is just a horse.

“Where in the world are there good and bad demons? People are things that can become good or bad at times.”

Then Yeong-yeong snapped her fingers and said.

“No, Gaga. Last time, Cheonma caused the Sae-Oe-Hyeol-Sa and did many bad things, right? That’s why he’s a bad Cheonma. The current Cheonma hasn’t done anything to the Central Plains, so he’s a good Cheonma. Gaga is a good person, so you have to say that he’s a good person.”

“Okay, well then, let’s say that’s the case.”

There was no way I could win an argument with Young-Young, and that was when I finished speaking.

A voice is heard.

“Are you saying something interesting?”

They say even a tiger will come if you call it.

When I turned my head towards the direction where the voice was coming from, I saw Cheonma and Okso-gyo, who was drying Cheonma’s wet hair.

Maybe it’s the feeling of coming back after finishing a bath.

“Eek!”

Yeong-yeong was startled by the sight of Cheonma and hid behind my back.

I was so surprised that I could feel Young-young’s pounding heart on my back.

‘This guy said he would protect you with his life.’

Where did Yeong-yeong, who he risked his life to protect, go?

Cheonma smiled faintly at Yeong-yeong’s appearance and said.

“As far as I know, you’re the man hiding behind my back. I heard you don’t even know martial arts. Is it safe to hide like that?”

It seemed funny that Young-young, who had mastered martial arts, was hiding behind my back, but Young-young answered by sticking his head over my shoulder.

“No, it’s not important to learn martial arts.”

Then, Okso-gyo’s words shot out coldly.

“How dare you! Talking informally to Seonghwa!”

Although they were an enemy force and Cheonma looked to be around twenty years old, it was right for Yeong-yeong to speak politely in terms of martial arts distribution.

At those words, Cheonma raised his hand and stopped Oksogyo.

“I guess it doesn’t matter since I’m not a member of the church anyway. We’re similar in age.”

“Ha, but Holy Fire!”

“Oxo-kyo has a habit of making me repeat what I said···.”

Ok So-gyo’s mouth snapped shut at Cheon Ma’s cold words, and Cheon Ma spoke to Yeong-yeong.

“What is your name?”

At that question, Yeong-yeong grabbed the hem of my clothes from behind.

Yeong-yeong answered Cheon-ma while half-hiding in my body.

“All, Dang Yeong-yeong. This is Dang Yeong-yeong of Sacheon Dangga!”

At those words, Cheonma nodded and his body turned around.

“Hmm. As expected, it’s the daughter of the Tang family. Follow me.”

“Follow me?”

“Are you telling me to follow?”

When Yeong-yeong and I opened our eyes wide at the sudden words to follow, we heard words coming from Cheon-ma, who was walking away from the pavilion.

“I’m bored until dinnertime. Find someone to talk to.”

“Talking buddy?”

As Yeong-yeong’s eyes opened in surprise, Cheon-ma turned around and asked back.

“I wonder what the Central Plains is like, and what women your age do and live for. Do you not like it?”

Yeong-yeong was flustered when he was suddenly asked to be her friend.

When Yeong-yeong couldn’t answer, Cheon-ma said with a look of incomprehension.

“Hmm. Why are you afraid of me? I clearly said I would eat your food and attend your wedding as a guest. Do you think I am some kind of lunatic who would cause panic by attending as a guest?”

Then, as if those words had provoked Yeong-yeong, Yeong-yeong jumped out from behind me and answered Cheon-ma.

“Who said they were scared? Yeah, whatever. Just let me be your friend. Let’s go!”

A little while ago, we were talking about poisoning or something like that, so I was surprised, but among Young-young’s wives, she’s the one with the biggest liver.

As Yeong-yeong took the lead, Cheon-ma followed with a satisfied expression.

Mimi and Cheong arrived not long after Young-young disappeared.

Mimi asked, putting down the ingredients next to me.

“My lord, what about Yeong-yeong?”

“I went there because Cheonma said he needed someone to talk to.”

“Talking buddy!?”

“A companion!?”

As expected, the two are surprised.

When I explained the whole story to them, they looked at each other and said.

“Cheonma chose his people well.”

“That, that’s so···.”

And he looked at the ingredients that Cheong-i had brought and asked, thinking that there would be no problem if Yeong-yeong followed.

“By the way, what kind of food do you plan to prepare for Cheonma? Old man.”

“Now that the Heavenly Horse has come, we should feed it, right?”

“You feed the devil to the devil?”

“yes.”

The first dish to be fed to the Heavenly Demon was a dish made with Heavenly Hemp.