Chapter 59
Chapter 59
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: The Boss's Right Hand is 6 Years Old (4)
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Kim Mi-jeong and Song Joo-hyun.
The two were chatting about recent events.
The 5-year-old and the 6-year-old.
This was the conversation the two kids had.
"Yoon-seul had a dream."
"Huh, what kind of dream?"
Jang Yoon-seul, straddling the saddle of Boong-boong No.3 in a dashing pose, suddenly started talking about her dream. To a 6-year-old boy, it felt like a romantic line.
Cha Yu-min's eyes sparkled.
He thought Yoon-seul looked just like the gunslingers from *Desperado of the Wilderness*.
"Riding Boong-boong and protecting Oppa. I'll protect the shop and Oppa too."
"How?"
"Bang- bang- shooting a gun. Then they all fall down."
As always, Yoon-seul curled three fingers except her thumb and index finger to make a gun shape and mimed shooting forward.
Bang-
Bang-
She made the sound effects with her mouth.
But to the eyes of 6-year-old Cha Yu-min, it looked cool.
Coolness comes more from confidence than appearance, and Yoon-seul's form was brimming with it.
Because the shop's customers always reacted so enthusiastically, she had come to believe she really had some kind of power.
"Then I'll help you!"
"Yu-min-i will?"
"Yeah, I'll help. I like this shop too. I'll help protect it."
Truth be told, he liked Yoon-seul more than the shop.
That was his real feeling, but he was still a shy 6-year-old who couldn't say it outright. His cheeks flushed faintly in secret.
First, they decided to close the distance between them.
If he promised to help protect the shop, he could definitely come more often.
If his mom, Kim Mi-jeong, found it annoying to come all the way to Onui Restaurant, he could just unleash his ultimate weapon: a tantrum.
But there was one thing bothering Cha Yu-min.
His 6-year-old face hardened slightly.
"But isn't shooting a gun hard?"
"Huh?"
"They say shooting a gun is hard."
Cha Yu-min recalled a scene from *Desperado of the Wilderness*. The characters there handled guns skillfully but explained that shooting well wasn't easy.
"Yoon-seul shoots well though...!"
"Eh... really?"
"I can show you."
"Show me."
"Okay."
Yoon-seul wanted to show him too. But right now, customers had come into the shop. She couldn't ask her brother to let her play with the rubber band gun in this situation.
Even if they played with the rubber band gun, it would be dangerous if it hit other customers who were eating.
Yoon-seul had that much common sense.
'How can I show him?'
She worried.
She wanted to brag to Cha Yu-min, but she couldn't demonstrate it directly. It was a dilemma.
Then she looked at Song Joo-hyun. Whenever something tricky came up, looking at her brother usually solved it. Either he would fix it, or she would figure it out herself.
A cool sensation flashed through her mind.
....
She got it!
"I'll ask Oppa to show you."
"Ask Oppa?"
"Yeah! Once you see Yoon-seul shoot well, you'll be Yoon-seul's right hand from then on."
"Then Yoon-seul is the boss?"
Boss and right hand.
That line was also borrowed from the hit movie *Desperado of the Wilderness*. For the record, the kindergarten Cha Yu-min attended was buzzing nonstop about the movie.
It was an all-ages action flick packed with comedy and melodrama, so kids could watch without worry.
As a result, kindergarten teachers across the country were getting shot with fake, bloodless wounds twenty times a day.
"Let's go ask Oppa to show it on his smartphone!"
Saying that, Yoon-seul headed toward the bar table, and Cha Yu-min quietly followed her little behind.
And that's how it led to now.
A two-member toddler organization had been formed.
The two adults had no idea about the flow of that conversation.
Yoon-seul replayed the conversation and aimed her finger gun at Kim Mi-jeong.
And then
"Bang."
She fired, and Kim Mi-jeong had no way to resist.
Forget pretending to be unfazed with a poker face; she didn't have a beastly heart tough enough to withstand an intangible bullet.
She fell helplessly into a coma, but her heartbeat exploded instead.
It was a blissful coma that left her mind in a daze.
A customer eating alone by the bar table side-eyed the scene with envy.
Noticing that, Cha Yu-min decided to fulfill his role as the right hand.
'I gotta impress the boss!'
He mimicked Yoon-seul by making a finger gun and
"Bang!"
fired at the staring customer.
The result was the same.
The customer's strength drained from his back, and he slid down under the chair.
Likewise, a coma.
Song Joo-hyun thought to himself.
'This is... still a restaurant, after all.'
He felt like more people were starting to enjoy getting "tortured" by the toddlers over their meals.
Even so, this scenery seemed to be settling in as part of Onui Restaurant's charm, which secretly pleased him.
In the end, the two gunslingers who gathered to protect the shop were solely focused on assaulting the customers' hearts.
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"Oppa, Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Yu-min-i says he'll come again."
"Yu-min-i said he'll come again?"
"He's Yoon-seul's subordinate. He's gonna help protect the shop."
"If he's Yoon-seul's subordinate, you'll get to play with him a lot now, huh?"
"Yeah!!"
Today's business wrapped up smoothly too.
Thanks to Teacher Mi-jeong and Yu-min, it felt more fun than usual.
Yoon-seul kept up an even higher energy until Yu-min left. The customers watching the two cuties play adorably couldn't stop smiling throughout their meals.
- Joo-hyun-ah, it's such a hassle to cook at home, so is it okay if I stop by often on my way back?
Teacher Mi-jeong, who left those words behind, really seemed intent on coming frequently. She even left her sunglasses at our shop.
I sent her a text to pick them up next time.
[Me: Teacher, you left your sunglasses.]
[Kim Mi-jeong: Aaaah... I have outdoor class tomorrow, no way you're bringing them to our school, right?]
[Me: Nope.]
[Kim Mi-jeong: Figures. I'll grab them next time. Tomorrow's my heart attack day as a teacher. My eyes are gonna get terrorized by the sun.]
[Me: And you say that, but what if Yu-min goes down to the Dragon Palace like Shim Cheong?]
[Kim Mi-jeong: Then I'd lose the will to live. Nope, can't have that. I'll tough it out with grit.]
Teacher Mi-jeong doted on her son terribly.
She seemed like she'd visit our shop as often as Su-young or Ji-ah.
"Oppa, while you're cleaning the kitchen, Yoon-seul will organize the cider and cola."
"Oh yeah? Can I count on you then?"
"Yoon-seul's the boss, after all. She can handle stuff like this."
"Oh my... So reliable. Thank you, Boss."
"Yeah!"
Yoon-seul patted her belly confidently as if to say trust only her, then headed to the fridge.
Creeeak-
Creeeak-
She struggled mightily with the fridge door but finally managed to open it. The boss found opening the fridge door a tough task.
I watched her with a dad's smile, then got to cleaning the kitchen floor myself.
"Phew... This should do it."
After months of doing it, I'd gotten the knack for cleaning.
I could finish much faster than at first, while keeping it clean.
Just then, my smartphone buzzed.
I thought it was Teacher Mi-jeong, but
[Hat-nim: How's business going? Joo-hyun Ora-beo-ni.]
It was Hat-nim.
[Me: Lately, fun stuff keeps happening, so it hasn't been boring.]
[Hat-nim: That's a relief. Things have been a bit disruptive in my daily routine.]
[Me: What happened?]
[Hat-nim: The new protein you ordered tastes so bad and gamey, it's been tough day by day. But it's too wasteful to throw away.]
It was the least curious piece of info I'd heard lately, but
[Me: :) ]
I replied with an emoticon like Yoon-seul's bright smile, the kind used abroad.
[Hat-nim: Anyway, that's beside the point. The main topic is separate.]
[Me: About Yoon-seul?]
[Hat-nim: Yes, correct.]
That explained why there'd been no contact from Onui lately. We'd agreed they'd investigate Yoon-seul.
To clarify the matter of interfering with others' memories via trigger food.
[Hat-nim: To cut to the chase, we failed on the most important part. We couldn't find any clues on why Yoon-seul can access others' memories, or by whom or through what process.]
[Me: I see. Thanks for trying.]
Even if it failed, I didn't want to be harsh to Onui, who'd been working hard all along.
[Hat-nim: But that's actually what we want to emphasize.]
[Me: What do you mean?]
[Hat-nim: The fact that we couldn't figure it out means some higher-dimensional someone or something... anyway, that kind of causality is involved.]
[Me: So from the start, there's some reason beyond what you can handle.]
[Hat-nim: It's a bit powerless to say, but for now, that's the best way to interpret it. Sorry.]
[Me: You don't need to apologize. I'm truly grateful.]
I typed to act fine for Hat-nim, but my heart wasn't at ease. The idea of such a significant reason felt burdensome.
Still, it wasn't easy to accept outright. Just like how we don't know much about the world's affairs, maybe Onui didn't either.
[Hat-nim: But it's okay. We've come up with a new approach on our end.]
[Me: What is it?]
[Hat-nim: Joo-hyun Ora-beo-ni infiltrates the memories created by trigger food too. With Yoon-seul. We figured we could manage that much.]
I hesitated to reply.
If I went along, it would be way safer and less worrying than Yoon-seul diving into memories alone.
"Still, is that okay?"
The thought of entering someone else's memory brought resistance. Even if it was a good one, from that person's perspective, it meant exposing their past to someone else.
No matter how trivial, having your privacy exposed to others isn't a pleasant experience.
[Hat-nim: I figured you'd hesitate. I understand. Peeking into others' memories can't be comfortable. But we're not saying this lightly either.]
[Moon Lord: Let me add a few words too. If Joo-hyun Hyung does it, we might pinpoint more accurate info about Yoon-seul.]
[Me: Pinpoint info?]
[Moon Lord: One reason our perfect analysis failed this time is lack of samples. Yoon-seul has only accessed others' memories via trigger food three times so far, right? That's too few to analyze or specify anything.]
The logic was clear and simple.
I didn't know how Hat-nim and Moon Lord analyzed Yoon-seul.
But if Onui could observe the process of Yoon-seul accessing memories a bit more, they could derive more solid info.
It really sounded like Moon Lord was saying that.
[Moon Lord: Ultimately, it's up to Hyung to decide.]
My answer to that was.