Chapter 55
Chapter 55
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: 5-Year-Old Shoots Romance (3)
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- Could you maybe take just one photo with Uncle?
"Eung?"
She shakes her head.
Shakes it again.
Shakes her little head side to side four times.
Then she hops off Boong-boong, patters over, and comes right into the kitchen.
Grabbing hold of my pants.
"Uuu..."
It's obvious at a glance that she hates the idea.
She didn't need to say it out loud—it was a clear refusal.
- Sigh...
Yeon-woo-ssi makes a sad face.
"You don't want your photo taken with Yoon-seul?"
"No wanna."
She shakes her head once more.
If she says no even when I ask, then she really means no.
"Yeon-woo-ssi, this one's a no-go."
- Yeah, guess so.
He looks utterly disappointed.
Pitiful, even.
I'd heard about Yeon-woo-ssi's situation, which made it hit harder.
Hye-won-ssi and Yeon-woo-ssi came to the shop often, so I wanted to do something nice for them.
Still, I couldn't force Yoon-seul to pose for a photo. What Hye-won-ssi had ordered was probably a shot of Yoon-seul looking happy.
Forcing it would just capture a grumpy face anyway, and it'd be rude to Yoon-seul.
Plus, she didn't owe it to that couple to listen to their troubles.
The wooden toy gun was a one-sided gift, after all.
- Guess I'll have to give up. No helping it.
Yeon-woo-ssi gives an awkward smile, scratching the back of his head.
I'd been wondering who he reminded me of.
Yoon-seul makes exactly that face when she turns something down.
Pretending it's fine.
The kind of face I hope my little sister never has to make.
"...."
Seeing it made me want to help.
So I decided to use my wits.
- Ah, I'll go pay and head out now! That gun's a gift for Yoon-seul, so let her play with it.
"Hold on a sec."
- Pardon?
"Wait just a minute."
I turn my head toward Yoon-seul.
"Yoon-seul-ah, how about a video instead of a photo?"
"Eh? Video?"
"Yeah, know what we're gonna film?"
"What?"
"A video where Yoon-seul looks super super cool?"
"Reaaally...? What kinda?"
Yoon-seul's expression turns profound.
Her eyes sharpen, lips press tight.
She's imagining something again.
Then, with a pout,
"What'll it be?"
A sassy cartoon character face.
"You got that cool gun from Uncle Yeon-woo earlier, right?"
"Yeah I did. What about it?"
"So, if you ride Boong-boong and go pew-pew with it, would that be cool or not?"
"That'd be totes cool. Super cool."
"If we film it on video, you can watch the cool stuff forever?"
"Oh...!"
Yoon-seul grins stylishly and gives a thumbs-up.
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Let's do it!"
"Decision made, missy?"
"Decision time!"
I smile quietly and give Yeon-woo-ssi a thumbs-up just like Yoon-seul.
Yeon-woo-ssi beams brightly.
He's definitely older than me, but right now he looks like a little brother.
I quickly sketch out the video concept. Gotta wrap it up before more customers arrive.
The core is maximizing the wooden gun's features.
This isn't just some display model—it's fully functional, even fires.
You hook a rubber band on the barrel, loop it to the stock, pull the trigger, and it launches.
I'm planning to have Yoon-seul do some rubber-band shooting.
Worried about safety? Recoil or bands snapping back?
- No need to worry. I stake my maker's name on it.
With the creator right here, it seemed safe enough.
Worst case, I'd be nearby.
"So, Yoon-seul, when Oppa says 'action!', what do you do?"
"Uuuum... Pew! Pew! Shoot."
"Shoot the zucchini on the table. Okay?"
"Got it. Understood."
Her speech turns dramatic, face stern.
Her target: a zucchini standing vertically on the bar counter.
I'd trimmed the base into a trapezoid with a knife.
Small base means it'll stand straight but topple easily when hit.
"Ready?"
"Yep!"
Yoon-seul swallows hard, aiming at the target.
Her intensity is unbelievable for a 5-year-old.
No.
It's just cute.
Even glaring fiercely, her chubby cheeks make her look like a baby retriever.
I handed filming to Yeon-woo-ssi on purpose.
Told him to get the perfect angles.
"Action!"
No sooner do the words leave my mouth than Yoon-seul fires.
Twang!
Twang!
Twang!
- No way!
Something unbelievable happens.
Clatter-clunk—
All three zucchinis topple like bowling pins!
Yoon-seul nailed every shot.
"O-Oppa. Yunseul-i..."
"She hit them all? What a star!"
Even she looks amazed at her own work, staring at her hands and shivering.
"T-tal-talent?!"
No idea where she picked up "talent," but she's shaking like it's scary.
Gotta love her quirks.
"Oppa! Yunseul-i wanna go again!"
"Go for it till you're satisfied, Yoon-seul."
Twang! Twang! Twang! Twang! Twang!
Her shooting spree lasted until the next customers arrived.
Those first three hits were pure luck.
Beginner's luck, or something like it.
Even so, her accuracy was over 50%, I think.
She seemed quietly pleased with her marksmanship.
Checking Yeon-woo-ssi's footage: Yoon-seul looks adorable, satisfied as she keeps firing.
Hye-won-ssi won't complain.
- Joo-hyun-ssi, what do I say? Thank you.
"Thank Yoon-seul instead."
While I served the next four customers their food, Yeon-woo-ssi got the star actress Yoon-seul to approve the footage.
She watched with the same focus as when shooting—clearly loving her on-screen self.
Once I'd plated everything up, she tugs my pant leg.
"Oppa, Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Yunseul-i super cool. Cool guy come out there."
"You came out cool in the shooting vid?"
"Yeah! Pew-pew! Hitting stuff, perfect."
"Good thing? Uncle says you look so cool in the video, he wants to keep it to watch. And show it to Hye-won Unniee too—is that okay?"
"Yunseul-i watch and say yes?"
"Yeah."
She goes "Umm—umm—" pondering.
"But then come to shop see Yunseul-i lots?"
"Yeah, exactly. How about this? They come to the shop often, and in return, they take the video?"
"Uncle and Unniee come lots?"
"Yeah, they promise to."
"Then special permission granted."
Only then does Yeon-woo-ssi let out a sigh of relief.
Yoon-seul must like them too—hopes they'll visit often.
And with that, the filming saga wraps up. Just as Yeon-woo-ssi finishes paying to leave.
"Yeon-woo-ssi!"
- Yes?
I beckon him quietly into the kitchen.
Other customers glance over at the name call. He hurries in, embarrassed by the stares.
Out of their sight, I slip him a portion each of pork neck and shallots.
- Oh, this.
'Just listen quietly.'
He nods, the innocent Yeon-woo-ssi.
Can't let other customers see, so I whisper.
'Hye-won-ssi mad at you? Whip up some donburi with this to cheer her up.'
- Joo-hyun-ssi...!
'I'll text you the recipe. Don't say I taught you. Just make it.'
No reply, so I check his face—on the verge of tears.
'But you gotta come to our shop more often, deal?'
- Yes, promise. Thank you so much.
Yeon-woo-ssi grabs my hand.
Bit awkward guy-on-guy, so I pull away quick. Told him to do this for his wife instead.
[Onui Tycoon!]
[Customer moved by your responsive service.]
[Newlywed Yeon-woo: Restaurant satisfaction +24%!]
[Total satisfaction: 64%]
[Newlywed Yeon-woo – Registered as Excellent Customer!]
Figured it'd cover the toy gun, sharing some ingredients. Satisfaction surges instead.
Daily earnings up 4% since the remodel. Used to be 20% boosts; now it's 4% extra.
"Worth stocking up on those model cars after all."
**
Back home, innocent Yeon-woo.
He approaches his wife—who's pretending to pout—with an apologetic look. Unaware her anger's long gone, if it was ever real.
He holds out his phone, showing the video.
Twang! Twang! Twang!
Yoon-seul topples zucchinis with pro-level shooting.
Then blows on the barrel like a Western gunslinger.
Her upturned lips betray pure delight—obvious to anyone.
"What is this? That's one of our products."
"Yeah... You said you wanted to see Yoon-seul happy, so I brought one over for her to play with. She loved it."
Giving away merchandise without asking was secondary. Shin Hye-won was touched. They'd gone out of their way to that restaurant for her sake, even filming something this cute.
Felt bad for pranking him too hard.
"Honey, you haven't had lunch yet, right?"
"Eh? Yeah, not yet."
"Wait a sec. I'll make something tasty."
Yeon-woo-ssi dashes to the kitchen.
Peeking in: he's on his phone, cooking something. Sweet aroma and meat scent waft over instantly.
The ingredient he used looked like tiny purple onions.
"Shallots...?"
What the Onui Restaurant boss, Song Joo-hyun, had shared yesterday. Seeing her husband cook with it, she could guess what happened.
Sure enough.
"Joo-hyun-ssi just shared a bit. Said to make this for you to cheer you up."
Yeon-woo-ssi confesses immediately.
Even though Song Joo-hyun told him not to mention it.
But Yeon-woo's always been straightforward like that.
The finished donburi wasn't as good as Song Joo-hyun's.
Shin Hye-won felt it, but
"It's so good. You nailed it."
She praises him anyway.
Couldn't nag seeing her husband go this far for her.
Deep down, unspoken:
'Glad I married Yeon-woo.'
Clumsy and naive at times, but no one cherishes Shin Hye-won more—that's undeniable.
That night stretched longer and deeper than usual. They were in the mood, and it felt right.
In the midst of that long, intense night, Yeon-woo-ssi spouts something silly.
"I'll be a dad like Joo-hyun-ssi someday! And I want our first to be a girl."
Song Joo-hyun had been a brother, never a dad. She wanted to tease, but the mood was perfect, so Shin Hye-won just laughed it off.
Still, she got why he said it.
Onui Restaurant came to mind.