Wipe Out the Academy With a Wooden Sword - Wipe Out the Academy With a Wooden Sword chapter 57

57. Makgeolli and Pajeon (1)

“Makgeolli?”

Lee Do-jin blinked her eyes. I suddenly get drunk I tried to answer yes to alcohol, but I looked up at the sky.

The clear blue sky had turned into a sky with a reddish sunset. There is nowhere in particular to go anyway. If you use your inner energy, you will be able to push away drunkenness at any time.

“Okay, let’s eat.”

“Coal! The vice president of the club said it was airlifted from his hometown. It used to be a famous makgeolli business or something, but he said it was just like commercial makgeolli.”

Choi Bit-na raised her hands at Lee Do-jin’s decision and began to go deep into her stall.

Then she took out a pure white round tub. It really felt like homemade makgeolli.

Choi Bit-na took out her paper cup, lifted her bucket and poured her makgeolli.

Lee Do-jin drank a bowl of makgeolli.

“Uh.”

Lee Do-jin felt the unique scent and heaviness rushing through. And he savored it.

“It’s delicious. I think it tastes better than the commercial one.”

Unlike the eccentric tteokbokki I just ate, it was a taste full of roots with a well-balanced acidity and sour taste.

“Really?”

Choi Bit-na hadn’t eaten makgeolli yet, so she opened her eyes wide at Lee Do-jin’s words and took a sip of her makgeolli.

Bitna Choi’s eyes widened.

“Wow, that’s really good.”

Lee Do-jin approached the club president, Kim Taek-seong, who was stirring tteokbokki on top of a huge pan.

“Pajeon should be better than tteokbokki.”

Kim Taek-seong immediately grasped the context of Lee Do-jin’s words and asked again.

“Is makgeolli that good? I haven’t tried it yet.”

Lee Do-jin held out a paper cup filled with makgeolli.

“Yes, I don’t think it’s time to make tteokbokki.”

“…It seems like there is something to be so sure about.”

Kim Taek-seong finally got up and stood next to Choi Bit-na. And with an expression of no anticipation, he drank makgeolli.

“Huh?”

Kim Taek-sung’s eyes widened.

“Bar, I think something just went through my head.”

Senior Kim Taek-seong seemed to have seen a ray of light.

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“…f*ck, it’s right that there should be pajeon.”

It was an expression of a lot of realization.

***

Excluding Bitna Choi and the club president, there were a total of 4 members in the stall.

The members of the cooking club, who did not know how to make tteokbokki properly, had never made pajeon as if it were a natural procedure.

“Do you have a cooking club?”

Lee Do-jin had no choice but to bring out the obvious questions in his head.

Kim Taek-seong clicked his tongue.

“The senior who graduated last year was passionate about cooking. The problem was only that senior, and the rest of the members were recruited into form so that the club wouldn’t fail. So am I. It was more of a restaurant tour club than a cooking club, almost.”

But suddenly, this year, an official letter came down asking for proof of club activities. So, at the festival, I was going to prove that the cooking club was active by selling snacks reasonably cheap.

By the way, no matter how rudely you try to sell snacks. There was not even a basic sense to fulfill the show ceremony.

Kim Taek-seong, president of the cooking club, made up his mind.

“The taste of makgeolli is amazing. Also, I just got on the phone with the vice president, and he said it’s possible to continue airlifting makgeolli for the remaining two days. So, I think it’ll be just fine with this goddamn tteokbokki and fries and just green onion.”

The problem is that no one can play pajeon. There was no place around where the green onion could be airlifted.

“…Should I bring a lady from the restaurant?”

Choi Bit-na, who was listening to the stories of her seniors, stuck out her face. The tip of her bobbed hair draped over her shoulder. It was because Choi Bit-na was attached to Lee Do-jin’s back.

“Pajeon, Pajeon. Wouldn’t it be okay to mix green onion with flour?”

Two club members shook their heads at Choi Bit-na’s words.

“Most things that you think can be made roughly don’t taste good if you make them roughly.”

“It seems like a very occasional local festival. Have you seen the delicious pancakes sold in front?”

Bitna Choi was persuaded by the examples of seniors.

“…I’ve never been like that before.”

Sleep-

Muttering that, he completely hid behind Lee Do-jin’s back. After gulping down three or four glasses of makgeolli, he seemed already drunk.

Giying-

Lee Do-jin’s cell phone vibrated. Lee Do-jin immediately confirmed who the recipient was. It was an opening sentence.

-Where are you, junior?

“It’s at the cooking club’s booth. I don’t think there’s anyone who cooks… But anyway, the stalls are open.”

– Yes? I called to ask if we would like to have dinner together.

Lee Do-jin asked a question without expecting much.

“Do you know how to make green onion?”

-Pajeon?

From Yeonsimun’s point of view, it was a very unexpected question.

-Do you mean pajeon made with your mouth when you’re drunk, or are you talking about real pajeon?

“It’s a real green onion.”

I wonder if it was such an out of the blue question. Lee Do-jin was about to add that he should come to eat makgeolli.

But in the gap, Yeon Si-mun’s voice came again.

-I know how to make it.

“Yes?”

Do you know how to make it?

-When she was little, her grandmother did a collection of books. Although she is now deceased. Anyway, I was a little sick at that time, so I helped a lot. But why?

Anyway.

It seemed that gourmet was not a concept, but a real one.

“I have makgeolli here, and it tastes amazing.”

-If you make it, what, do you give me a part-time job?

A very realistic money story flowed from Yeon Si-mun’s mouth. Lee Do-jin thought it was a question worth asking.

Free labor did not exist in this world.

“I think I got a cook. Can you share the profits?”

At Dojin Lee’s question, the vice president of the club blinked his eyes.

“I can give it to you only when I make money. Did you find a pajeon chef?”

“Yes, it’s a career job.”

Kim Taek-seong looked at Hwangcheon’s tteokbokki wriggling on the grill and the club members who were listening to the conversation between himself and Lee Do-jin with a blank look that he didn’t know anything about.

And then he let out a deep sigh. And he spoke again.

“…Take him.”

No matter how much I thought about it, I decided that these guys wouldn’t come out with an answer.

Lee Do-jin nodded his head broadly.

“I’ll go pick you up. Senior.”

-Okay.

Lee Do-jin immediately moved to the martial arts club.

Lee Do-jin took Yeon Si-mun and immediately moved to the cooking club booth and food stall.

“You don’t have to pay much attention to the grandmother story I told you about.”

Yeonsimun said as if passing by. It seemed that he was interested in adding a little heavy story.

“No, it’s good to know a little more about you.”

Yeon Si-moon opened her eyes wide.

‘Anyway.’

There is a corner that makes people’s hearts flutter.

When Yeon Si-mun arrived at the stall, he stared at Kim Taek-seong.

And then he slowly opened his mouth.

“You must have seen a face somewhere?”

Kim Taek-seong did not immediately say anything about Yeon-si-mun’s question, but looked at Lee Do-jin.

“…Why are you bringing the student council vice president?”

Lee Do-jin answered casually.

“You’re my friend.”

“Wow, I don’t think he’s the representative of the freshman year. Is your friend the vice president of the student council?”

Kim Taek-seong, sarcasm and admiration at the same time, looked at Yeonsimun again.

“Of course, the vice president of the student council wouldn’t remember it. Last year, in the first round of the Bimuje, I was unilaterally beaten by you. Only those who were beaten can remember this so clearly.”

Yeon Si-mun grinned. Because I felt a very cute inferiority complex. Yeon Si-mun walked in front of Kim Taek-seong.

“You said you saw it. Then you don’t remember. When you tell me, I remember clearly. Your tiger-like movements were quite intimidating, mate.”

“…Thank you. Yes. For remembering. I was surprised when a busy person suddenly appeared, so my words came out sarcastic.”

Bitna Choi tapped Taekseong Kim on the shoulder.

“There’s still some sarcasm left.”

“Isn’t it a fact that if you’re the vice president of the student council, you’re busy? And you’ve already eaten a few drinks and you’re like that. Why are you babbling away?”

“Kibuni… Floats.”

Choi Bit-na, her face flushed, buried her face in Lee Do-jin’s wide back again.

Yeon Si-moon saw it, smiled, and looked over her kitchen.

“I don’t work for the student council during the festival. Controlling the kids is annoying.”

Then I walked into the kitchen.

“The ingredients are pretty much all there.”

Yeon Si-mun took out the flour and salt and made the dough first.

Tak-! Widely!

And he skillfully trimmed the leeks and onions.

I put cooking oil in a pan and turned on medium-low heat.

Chi-ik!

In no time, a golden-yellow pancake was ready.

“Try it.”

Yeonsimun put green onion on the table.

The chopsticks of the members of the cooking club slowly tilted toward green onion.

Crispy!

Kim Taek-seong trembled at the thrill that throbbed in his mouth.

“Ohhh…oh, f*ck. This works.”

A member of staff next to me hurriedly found makgeolli.

Gulp!

“Wow, that’s crazy.”

After eating a few pieces of pajeon, the members lowered their heads toward Yeonsimun.

“He was a real chef.”

“Tell me what you need, Chef.”

Yeon Si-mun said firmly.

“Pajeon profits 5 to 5. The cost of materials is, of course, paid there.”

It was also an unfair distribution from the club’s point of view, considering that the club members had to earn 1/1 of the proceeds.

But no one objected. Because it wasn’t a booth opened for the purpose of making money in the first place.

“Get a promotional board and put it in front. In front of a food stall. That’s how you do business.”

Yeon Si-mun started to lead the way.