Chapter 19
Chapter 19
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: Onui Restaurant Opening! (5)
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A message window stamped with the Onui Tycoon app logo slides across the screen like a banner.
Should I deal with this for now? It seems like using this app lets me talk to the Onui siblings.
I tap the app, and the screen switches over.
Ignoring the three-part interface, I head straight for what looks like the chat window (it's got a speech bubble icon).
[Me: Finally, we can talk. But hold on—if it's not an app I downloaded myself, isn't it weird that you just left it there? What if it's a virus?]
[Dal-nim: That's a fair point, but it's an app full of our affection. I'm hurt.]
[Me: Affection? Come on, you guys are super suspicious. If you want me to be friendly, shouldn't you start by telling me what your goal is?]
[Dal-nim: Oof, that's such a sharp jab—feels like it's piercing right through me~]
[Me: If you keep playing around, I might actually delete the app.]
[Dal-nim: Hey, just kidding, kidding. We're just helping you two siblings out of love.]
[Me: Love? When did we even meet?]
[Dal-nim: No, I mean sibling love. You know the legend of the Onui siblings who became the sun and moon, right? We're all about that sibling bond too. And in modern times, with such a great pair of siblings like you, how could we not help?]
Ah, so these guys are the Onui from the sun and moon legend—that's why they named themselves Onui.
Should I believe them?
But at this point, not believing would be weirder.
Stuff that's way beyond everyday life has already happened multiple times. If anything, it makes more sense for them to be mythical beings like the Onui siblings from the legend.
There are still a lot of questionable parts, but they don't seem harmful to us.
"For now, let's trust them and chat."
[Me: Okay, I'll trust you for now. And thinking about it, I should probably say thanks first. You're the ones who gave Yoon-seule her special ability and me my cooking talent, right?
I'm really grateful for that. Thanks to you, the business got off to a smooth start—today alone proved it.]
[Dal-nim: Ooh, a real good person. No big deal. Also, we're not doing it completely for free.]
So even with all that sibling love talk, they do have an agenda.
No such thing as a free lunch in this world. A vague "we're just helping" would feel even shadier.
[Me: What do you need? You're not after money, right? You know my wallet's not exactly overflowing.]
[Dal-nim: Of course not. I approached the Joo Hyeon-Yoon-seul siblings to help you make money and be happy! Don't you know tycoon? Tycoon!]
[Me: Not exactly, but I get the gist. Management sim? But tycoon isn't the point right now.]
[Dal-nim: Ahem, hold on. Let me explain. I bet you haven't checked the interface yet. Don't overthink it.
We only want one thing.]
[Me: Yeah? What is it?]
[Dal-nim: Just make more regular customers at Onui Restaurant.]
[Me: ?? That's something I was supposed to do anyway?]
[Dal-nim: Exactly—that's why our interests align. Build up regulars, make money, expand the shop, open more branches!]
No matter how I look at it, this deal only benefits me. Of course, talking about expanding on opening day one feels way too hasty.
[Dal-nim: More regulars means more fame for the restaurant. That's plenty of benefit for us.]
[Me: Why does the restaurant's fame benefit you? I get the logic, but spell it out if you want me to trust you.]
[Dal-nim: What's the restaurant called?]
[Me: Onui Restaurant.]
[Dal-nim: What's our name?]
[Me: Onui.]
Ah, could it be.
I think I read about this at the used bookstore.
It was a stuffy book on classical literature, but the cover was pretty, so I picked it up. It explained that old legends spread through word of mouth because they're transmitted orally.
And Onui are protagonists of a classic legend.
[Me: So because the restaurant's called Onui Restaurant, if it gets famous and word spreads, that positively affects you guys?]
[Dal-nim: So perceptive~! That's right.]
Makes sense.
If they're legendary beings, it fits the logic. It's totally outside reality, but...
The Onui themselves are unreal to begin with.
Same with our siblings' abilities.
But one thing I still don't get.
[Me: If that's the case, why make this app? It doesn't feel like just a messenger for chatting.
You could just build regulars by rUnnieng a normal business.]
[Dal-nim: That's what I'll explain step by step from now on. First...]
Dal-nim's explanation continued after that.
Yeah, calling it a management sim made perfect sense.
**
"Oppa."
"Why are you calling me?"
"Ee-go, Yoon-seul wants to go now, Appa."
"Let's see."
On the way to work. It's almost been a full week since we started rUnnieng the restaurant.
Sure enough, Yoon-seule is waiting for me at the front door today.
It's not impatience—it's just natural.
I finish getting her ready for going out first, then start on mine. Of course she finishes ahead.
Yoon-seule beams and points at her shoes. Velcro sneakers. Kid-sized, so adjustable with Velcro instead of laces.
She messes it up a lot.
She likes doing it herself, so I've let her a few times, but they keep coming loose while walking. Probably because her grip is weak and she doesn't fasten them tight.
"You did it up nice and snug today? Good job, Yoon-seule."
"Yeah! Yoon-seul did it alone."
"Good girl, good girl. Your hands are getting stronger, huh? Must be from eating well."
"Yeah! Oppa cooked so much, hands got strong."
"Yeah, hold here."
Crunch—
I thought she was grabbing my hand to go outside, but nope—she's trying to crush it.
She slips my index and middle fingers into her hand and squeezes with all her might. Veins popping on her face.
But unlike her intention, it doesn't hurt at all. This tiny beast—what is she even?
Still, pretending it hurts is polite, right?
"Ow-ow-ow, I'm dying~ It hurts! It hurts!"
"Ah... sorry. Did it without thinking."
"You can't hurt Oppa, you know?"
"Wanted to show Oppa my strength..."
"So you were showing off how strong you've gotten?"
"Yeah... And need to get strong quick to help Oppa... Working alone is hard."
"Ahh, that's why."
Our sister is too sweet.
No way she'd squeeze to hurt me.
These past few days, Yoon-seule has been saying she wants to help at the shop too.
She likes working with Oppa.
'Yoon-seul needs a role too!'
But the food business looks like simple repetitive work—production line stuff—but it's actually full of tricky parts.
Even serving needs leg strength and quick reflexes.
Kitchen work is totally out. Handling knives and fire—what could you ask a five-year-old to do?
'Once your arms get a bit stronger, maybe you can help little by little?
For now, chat with customers and get a feel for the shop vibe, okay?'
I soothed her and somehow muddled through.
But if this keeps up, she might start serving food to tables the second I look away.
Maybe better to set some safe rules and have her help bit by bit following those.
I unlock the bike chain at the front of the villa, holding Yoon-seul's hand.
I stand the bike up, and she toddles over. She jumps—hop—so I lift her onto the back seat.
She gives me a thumbs-up.
"Oppa, Yoon-seul ready."
"Ready? Then we're off!"
"Go!"
Our car-obsessed siblings commute by bike.
Got a license, but no car—what can you do.
On opening day, the bike delivery hadn't arrived yet, so we took the bus.
But since it came, we've been biking to and from work.
Pedal leisurely, and it's under 30 minutes. Bus or bike, travel time's about the same.
"Vrooom, so fun..."
"The breeze feels nice?"
"Yeeesss."
Even on paved roads, the bike jostles a bit. Yoon-seule totally surrenders to the rhythm.
Her speech is shaking too.
What if it rains or snows, though.
No off-season in business.
"Yoon-seul-ah, Oppa will make lots of money quick and buy a car. Then we can commute by car together."
"Make moneyyy."
"Make money together? Then we'll earn faster. Thanks to Yoon-seule."
"Yeeessss."
Chatting with Yoon-seule makes 30 minutes fly.
When Seongbuk Stream comes into view, she hugs my back tight, gazes at the scenery, and says,
"Almost there!"
"Yeah. Here already?"
"Yeah! Bike good, fast and bumpy-bumpy."
Bumpy-bumpy.
That stings a little. Hope she's not holding back nausea.
Gotta earn big and get my sister in a smooth-riding car.
I park the bike right in front of the shop, and someone's already there.
"Uh... a customer?"
- Good morning.
"Elder? You really came?"
The day we hung the sign.
The man we met at Seongbuk Stream actually visited our shop.
I thought it was just polite talk.
"Glasses grandpa."
"Yoon-seul-ah, you can't say it like that."
- Haha! No, it's fine. Kids speak straightforward like that—it's natural.
The grandpa looks back and forth between us and the shop, looking awkward.
- Oh dear, I came too early—shop's not even open yet. I'll come back later. Might stroll along Seongbuk Stream.
"Ah... you can come inside."
- No, it'd be rude while you're prepping to open.
"It's open-kitchen style anyway, so we can chat while prepping. If you're okay with it, come in and play with our sister?"
"Yoon-seul wants to play!"
The wandering five-year-old Yoon-seule still insists she's the one entertaining.
- If you insist that much... refusing wouldn't be polite. Excuse me, then.
Unable to resist our invitation, the grandpa steps inside.
Thank goodness.
Grandpa's already pinged on our shop's regular customer radar. Not letting him go now.
[Onui Tycoon!]
[Customer moved by the reception service.]
[Retired University Professor: Restaurant satisfaction +20%!]
[Total Satisfaction: 20%]