A Bowl of Jjajang, The Son-in-Law of Jegalse - Chapter 574



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Episode 574 Customs

I thought the suspicions would quickly disappear because of my quick response, but the situation kept getting more and more complicated as I tried to cover up lies with lies.

Perhaps because the answer was insufficient to make him understand, Zhuge Zhang tilted his head and asked again.

“Half-brother? Then she’s not your aunt, is she? Well… So she’s the child of a concubine… Hmm, hmm.”

Then the craftsmen all nodded their heads.

I shouldn’t have, but my pent-up emotions burst out into anger.

‘No, let’s just let it slide! Why are you all acting like old farts!? If we risk our lives over such trivial things, we’ll all die together!’

You could just let it go and say it was nothing special, but these craftsmen risk their lives nitpicking over trivial issues.

And on top of that, Cheonma has a concubine’s child.

He took a deep breath and answered.

Because in an instant, the hot gaze of Cheonma, who had become the child of a concubine, was shooting at the back of my head.

If this wasn’t handled properly, Cheonma might reveal his true identity and cause chaos.

“A child of a concubine? Sir, I am sorry. Isn’t that a different country? Honey, the customs are different. I heard that in that country, you can have multiple wives.

“I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of this, but doesn’t that country do that too?”

Well, it wasn’t really a lie.

Although the name is different now, the Xinjiang region where the Tianma live is a place where Arabic culture was introduced, so it is not wrong to say that.

Only then did the craftsmen nod their heads.

The craftsmen smiled with delight.

“Oh! I’ve heard from the merchants of Parsa that you have similar customs to Parsa?”

“Zhuge Liang, is it possible to have multiple wives in the kingdom of Pasa?”

“That’s what they say. Namgung family head.”

“They say that the country of Parthia has a long history. Isn’t it the right country?”

“Your Majesty, perhaps the country of Parsa is a country of heroes and brave men. Didn’t they say that heroes have three wives and four concubines?”

“Elders? I don’t think now is the time to be talking about such things with your in-laws.”

“Ugh, ugh···.”

“Ahhh. Well, let’s just say we had a quick chat about traditions…”

The craftsmen who praised polygamy flinched when they received the glare of the Ice Palace Mother-in-Law.

The craftsmen, in order to avoid an awkward situation, kept praising me for no reason.

“Then, is it my son-in-law who hired me?”

“Oh, now that you mention it, that’s right. Having multiple wives is considered extraneous. Yes, it was extraneous. Hehe···.”

“Hahaha, wasn’t that a baseless action?”

Being an outcast means that I resemble my mother’s maternal family, but what kind of outcast is that when I don’t even share a single drop of blood with my mother?

The sight of craftsmen complaining about outsourcing because they have nothing to say.

At that moment, the voice of the Ice Palace Mother-in-law was heard.

[But son-in-law, why has your aunt been standing there stiffly without even saying hello?]

At that moment, a lightning-like realization struck.

I wondered why the craftsmen kept finding fault with trivial(?) things for no reason, and it turned out that that was the problem.

The craftsmen, who are leaders of Baekdo Murim, and the mother, who is an elder of Cheonmasingyo, are almost on the same level in terms of distribution.

But if I were to introduce him as my younger brother, he would be pushed back in the order of precedence.

Furthermore, Cheonma was introduced as a commoner who had not learned martial arts, so if that were the case, it would not be according to the distribution of martial arts, but according to Confucian etiquette, the younger Cheonma should greet the older one first.

Here, Song is a fundamentally Confucian society.

But since Cheonma continued to stand stiffly, it was clear that something was going on.

You could have just told them to say hello, but it seems like the people of the Central Plains tend to criticize others’ mistakes indirectly rather than directly to their faces, which is how this situation came to be.

‘By the way, if I try to say hello, I’ll probably get in trouble…’

I also understood this situation where Cheonma was standing stiffly.

Although Cheonma said that she would faithfully fulfill her role as my aunt, she still has self-respect and it would be difficult for her to bow her head to the Baekdo Murim people first.

It was obvious that Cheonma’s head was filled with thoughts of how ridiculous it would be for a strong person like me to bow my head.

Aunt Cheonma is an aunt, but she is a really strong aunt.

‘Is it this hard to just say hello?’

The situation where lies beget lies continued, but there was nothing that could be done about it.

If you can’t even get past this greeting, then you’ve lost your wedding.

He quickly approached Cheonma and spoke softly into his ear.

[Aunt Cheonhwa, just say ‘nice to meet you’ in an informal tone. I think you can do that much. I’ll take care of the rest.]

Then Cheonma opens his eyes wide.

As if he didn’t know that I would ask for something as small as that, Cheonma’s short voice continued.

[really?]

When I nodded, Cheonma smiled as if he found something interesting again and greeted the craftsmen.

“Nice to meet you!”

The craftsmen’s eyes widened in surprise at Cheonma’s greeting.

The craftsmen looked at each other with bewildered expressions, as they had never heard such an informal greeting from a young lady before.

And this is the moment when I should appear.

He quickly came out and praised Cheonma.

“Oh my. Aunt Cheonhwa. You did a good job. Now you’re pretty good at greeting people.

My father-in-law and aunt were raised by their mothers who were Westerners, so they said that the language and customs of the Central Plains were unfamiliar to them. So please understand if I speak informally or speak abruptly.

“Because my aunt spoke as politely as possible.”

In this difficult situation, my solution is to maintain the concept.

Since Cheonma is a Westerner anyway and we decided to push forward with him as half-brothers, let’s just maintain the same concept.

If you spread the groundwork like this, even if Cheonma’s words are short, people won’t be suspicious.

If I were from a Western country and my Korean is not fluent, wouldn’t everyone understand if I spoke briefly?

I didn’t even want to greet Cheonma, and I had a feeling that he would definitely not be polite to the craftsmen, so I thought this would be the best method.

‘Going to the extreme concept!’

The craftsmen, who were momentarily taken aback by my explanation, exchanged glances and then smiled and said:

“Ah, that’s why. I can’t force Central Plains etiquette on a person who isn’t from the Central Plains. We’re not that closed-minded. Here in the Central Plains, in Pasaguk or over there in Gaebong, what’s that called? Oh, right. There are also Westerners who call themselves Nammohoehoe (????) or Chuholhoehoe (????).”

Nammohoehoe and Chuholhoehoe refer to Jews living in Gaebong.

When Zhuge Jang-in mentioned the Westerners living in Song, the other craftsmen nodded their heads.

“Well then, well then. Welcome, my lady. Please enjoy your trip to the Central Plains.”

“Welcome to the Central Plains, my brother-in-law.”

‘Is it going to get through somehow?’

It was a short greeting, but it felt like my life was shortened by ten years.

It was at this moment that I thought it was time to take the horse out and make a place where my mother and father-in-law could have a simple meal.

As I turn to take Cheonma out, I hear a voice from the back of my head.

“But, son-in-law. I know this from meeting the merchants of my country many times, but when they greet you in the Central Plains manner, we have to greet them in the same manner. Isn’t that being considerate of our guests?

How do you greet people over there?

Master Zhuge Liang, who has a global mindset.

Knowing too much was also a disease.

‘Ha… Master Zhuge Liang, please…’

It was when I looked at Cheonma while sighing inwardly.

I was going to ask how they greeted each other, but Cheonma met my eyes with a dangerous smile.

It’s like he’s been irritated by me for so long and he wants to get revenge?

Then Cheonma took a big step towards me and said.

“Greetings, this is how you do it.”

Then he pulled me close and kissed my cheeks one after the other.

-Tsk. Tsk.

A soft and moist sensation that alternates between both cheeks.

And the sweet fragrance rising from the arms of the Heavenly Horse.

“Yes, this is the country that did the right thing…”

The admiring voice of one of the craftsmen flowed into my ear.

Xinjiang, a country with customs as pleasing as the Yas Palace.

No, I opened my eyes in surprise and a sharp voice came from Master Zhuge Liang.

“Hey, and you elders, you’re going to do that now!?”

It felt like the ice palace mother-in-law’s eyes were exploding.

The craftsmen looked away with regretful eyes at that sight, and when he said another word for no reason, Master Zhuge pinched his thigh.

“No, that···. It’s because of the difference in customs···. Sob.”

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The greeting that seemed like it would shorten the lifespan was somehow concluded.

After the greetings, when Cheonma was brought out, Yeongyeong waited outside and snatched Cheonma away.

Yeong-yeong linked arms with Cheon-ma and dragged him downstairs, saying:

“Auntie, first, please try our specialty, Uyukmyeon. After you eat, let’s go straight to the store. There are more than one or two things to see today.”

“i get it.”

“Gaga, then I’ll take my aunt to eat and then go to the author’s office.”

“Okay, then do so. Auntie might be uncomfortable, so be sure to take her concubine with you. Oh, and take Cheongigo with you too.”

“Of course. Cheong-i will go too. But, she nags a lot, so it’s not very good. Anyway, I understand. Let’s go.”

Since Yeong-yeong has volunteered to be a tour guide, we can leave Cheonma to Yeong-yeong today.

Since I decided to send Cheong-i along as a safety device, I decided to go up to the room and rest for a while.

After greeting the craftsman and the horse, I was exhausted.

I was trudging up to the fifth floor when I reached the fourth floor stairs.

“Your Majesty!”

Chobin, who was standing next to the fourth floor stairs, spotted me and smiled brightly.

Chobin grabbed my wrist and looked around. After confirming that there were no signs of people, he asked in a secretive voice.

[Oh, how on earth did he get here!?]

Judging from Chobin’s voice, it seems like his mother didn’t give him a detailed explanation over the phone earlier.

He motioned for me to follow him and went up the stairs.

[I don’t know the details either. He just said he was curious about what kind of people Jungwon and I were.]

[Your Majesty Cheongun?]

[Yes. While you are here, I will treat you as Aunt Cheonhwa, my mother’s younger sister, so please do not make any mistakes.]

[Hey, Aunt!?]

Chobin, who had been following her when she said she would take her as her aunt, froze in place, but when she was explained this game in detail, Chobin clenched his fists.

[Oh, I see! I’ll be careful not to make that mistake.]

When I explained that it was a kind of play to please Cheonma, he seemed very motivated at the thought of being able to please him.

I walked towards the room and asked Chobin.

“But why were you on the fourth floor? Was that what you were trying to ask?”

I asked because it clearly looked like he was waiting for someone on the stairs.

Then Chobin paused and started chewing on something.

Chobin said as if he couldn’t remember anything.

“Ah! I was waiting for you, Cheongun… Why was I waiting?”

“Are you talking about me?”

“Yes, I was definitely waiting for you, Cheongun-nim···.”

Chobin says he was waiting for me, but he can’t remember why.

“You weren’t trying to ask about Aunt Cheonhwa?”

“Huh? I don’t think so. It was something important…”

“There are times when Chobin forgets something.”

The aftermath of the appearance of Cheonma was truly surprising.

Chobin was a very meticulous worker, but he forgot why he was waiting for me.

He said with a sly smile.

“If you remember later, tell me. If Chobin forgot, then it’s not important.”

“I guess so?”

I went to my room and lay down on the bed. My eyes closed, and when I opened them to the sound of someone shaking me, Mimi was shaking me and talking to me.

“My lord, the sun is almost setting, but Yeong-yeong and Cheon-ma, or rather Aunt Cheon-hwa, have not come yet. I must go and look for them.”

Looking out the window, the sunset over Bokju was beautifully in full bloom.

Clearly, quite a bit of time had passed since we left home before the sun rose and arrived before lunchtime.

It seemed like I had to go out and find that guy, Young-Young.