Chapter 72
Chapter 72
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 72
Chapter Title: How to Become More Villainous (2)
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Other customers nearby start taking our Yoon-seul's side.
"Is Yoon-seul really that mad?"
When the Boss calls her, she peeks out from my arms before burying her face in my shoulder again.
She shakes her head.
Meaning she doesn't even want to respond.
At this point, she's seriously sulking.
"Our Yoon-seul is really mad."
"Gasp! Keep this up, and she'll make us close shop right here in the market."
"Exactly. You need to keep the business going longer. Hurry and cheer up Yoon-seul. Otherwise, she'll go tattle to that butcher grandpa over there."
"The butcher grandpa's on Yunseul-i's side, so if this shop shuts down, he'll scold you big time, lady! Lots!"
She mumbles it while still nestled in my arms.
That butcher grandpa is definitely one of the eldest in the market. He's the strongest backup you can borrow around Seongrae Market.
It's also true that he's thoroughly on our siblings' side.
"Well, no helping it then. If Yoon-seul cheers up and comes down, I'll top this with chocolate along with the cookie?"
"Choco?"
"Yeah, chocolate. Take a look."
In the Boss's hand is a fancy chocolate wrapped in gold foil. Uncle Kang gifted one once before—it's pretty pricey.
Seeing it, Yoon-seul smacks her lips.
"Chwup."
Then she clears her throat—
And rubs my cheek with her hand.
"Oppa, Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Yoon-seul-i can take that if she cheers up, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Then she'll cheer up. Promise to put her down."
"As you command, miss."
I set her down, and she toddles awkwardly up to the Boss.
She clasps her hands politely in front of her.
"Give it to her, please."
"You like this chocolate?"
"Yeah."
"Then say, 'Please give it to me.'"
"Then give it."
"No, skip the 'then.'"
"Give it."
"Alright."
Yoon-seul grabs the chocolate and bolts.
She ducks behind me again.
Then she giggles— "Mission success!"—thrilled.
I pick out bread with Yoon-seul, who's humming happily now that she's over it.
First, I grab a glutinous rice donut filled with sweet red bean paste—one of her favorites. She cheers, "This is super tasty, Oppa!"
Seeing Yoon-seul loves the glutinous rice donut surprises some customers.
"The kid likes glutinous rice donuts? These ones from this shop are chewier and tastier than anywhere else."
"You don't know? Yoon-seul's a total food expert. Her family's rUnnieng a restaurant by Seongbuk Stream. The food's gotta be amazing."
"Really? Didn't know that. Gotta swing by for dinner later."
Secured a customer at an unexpected moment.
I also buy some chestnut milk bread and sausage bread—easy to tear into pieces.
As I ask to have it wrapped, the Boss throws in that ironclad cookie from earlier.
"Om!"
Yoon-seul's the most startled.
Normally, you have to recite the name perfectly to get it. But she definitely surrendered earlier.
"That one... Yunseul-i surrendered..."
"It's fine. The Boss is so happy thanks to Yoon-seul that it's a freebie."
"Ooh! Good person?"
Yoon-seul's eyes sparkle.
Probably wants to try it since it looks yummy.
"But there's a condition."
"Condi?"
"Yeah. Spoliattine Glassatte. Say it one more time."
Spo-li...
Spo-la...
Eeeeek!!!
The exploding 5-year-old stomps her feet, but on the way back to our restaurant, I pop the gold-foil chocolate in her mouth, and she cheers right up.
Our Boss is pretty straightforward.
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"Oppa... nom nom."
"Yeah? Nom nom."
"Yoon-seul-i... nom nom... is mad."
"Sticky rice cake— Why?"
The siblings chat while tearing into the bread bought as breakfast. Even as she eats happily, Yoon-seul voices some complaint.
"Sticky rice cake— Yoon-seul-i realized something earlier."
"What'd she realize?"
"Yoon-seul-i's still too much of a baby. Can't do it like this."
The 5-year-old has gained great insight.
She's furrowing her brow seriously, but she licks her lips because the bread's tasty, so she doesn't look serious at all.
"But why's our lady mad? 'Eek! Yoon-seul-i still doesn't have the quals!'"
"No quals for what?"
"Yoon-seul-i doesn't have quals to be Boss!"
Shocking statement.
She thinks she lacks the qualifications to be Boss.
Seems the defeat to Spoliattine Glassatte at the bakery hit her hard.
My heart aches.
"Why do you think that?"
"Um... um... 'Cause Yoon-seul-i can't say words right. How can she Boss? Yoon-seul-i's disa-ppoin-ted is huge."
So disappointed she's saying "disappointed" as "disa-ppoin-ted."
My heart aches even more.
"So what should we do? Is there any way Oppa can help?"
"Yoon-seul-i needs to practice speaking more."
The conclusion veers weirdly.
Her gaze is straight—feels sincere.
My chestnut bread looks tasty, so she ignores her own glutinous rice bread and reaches over.
I tear off a piece for her since it's tough to rip.
Nom nom—
"Practice speaking... nom nom. More!"
She keeps munching and punches the air! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Short.
"Then Oppa can help with that?"
"Um... no. Oppa's fine. Yoon-seul-i'll try."
Yoon-seul clenches her fist in determination.
Her resolute eyes look kinda cool.
Like a baby wolf.
But the problem is, by the end of lunch service, there's no progress.
Some regulars notice Yoon-seul sitting in Boong-boong No.3 with woeful eyes and ask worriedly.
"Did something happen to Yoon-seul today?"
"Yeah, her face looks kinda down, or maybe mad... Did the Boss scold her or something?"
"Nah, puberty."
"Puberty? How old is she?"
"Five."
"Five and puberty?"
The shop buzzes, but customers keep coming steady. Then, what was coming arrives.
Huge exhaust roar from outside.
Thud thud thud— Vroooom.
That sound alone tells me who it is and what bike.
Our restaurant's star Big Eater, Baek Su-in.
She heads straight to her usual bar table spot and says primly,
"Today's special."
"Four servings twice?"
"Yeah. Might add more though."
"If we've got ingredients, I'll make it."
"Got it."
Short exchange.
Four servings twice means eight total. Eight's her baseline, but serving all at once crowds the table.
So, four at a time, twice.
And she might add more—consistently huge eater.
Today's special: stir-fried octopus with rolled omelet set.
Tried making it as a combo.
The rolled omelet tempers the spicy stir-fried octopus heat. Prepped octopus with veggies, stir-fried hot.
Mirin kills the fishy taste. Mirin and sugar's sweetness blends with spice for chopstick-stealing flavor.
"It's a rice thief."
Also made the rolled omelet Japanese-style over Korean.
Both good, but I prefer the clean, subtly sweet Japanese one.
Mix mirin and water into eggs for consistency, pan-fry—quick to make.
I serve it, and Baek Su-in smiles faintly.
"Looks too good. Smells killer."
Same reaction always.
A few comments on the food, then digs in.
One way to spot frequent vs. infrequent customers: Baek Su-in.
She's got a striking look and eats massively, so if you're not shocked watching her, you're a regular.
If you are shocked by her portions, you're not here often.
She's a frequent, standout customer.
Weirdly, she never gains weight. In short sleeves, her arm muscles pop—biceps defined.
Probably works out long to maintain with her intake.
"Joo-hyun-ssi, something up with Yoon-seul today?"
"Our little sis is hitting puberty."
"Five and puberty?"
"Worth it this time."
She pauses mid-bite—clearly bothered—and talks to me.
"What happened?"
Perfect timing, orders slowing, so I tell her.
About the 5-year-old's bakery humiliation.
Her valiant defeat to arch-rival Spoliattine Glassatte.
"I see."
She smiles lightly at Yoon-seul.
Then resumes eating, a bit faster than before.
Soon finishes the eight servings.
Stacks the dishes neatly, hands them to me, heads straight to Yoon-seul.
"Um? Eonni."
Her name's Baek Su-in, so she became "In-eonni."
Used to just yell "Eonni!" before knowing the name—stuck like that.
"No hello for Eonni today."
"Ah, didn't know you came."
"Something's up with Yoon-seul. Face doesn't look great?"
"Yeah, Yoon-seul-i's worrying."
Yoon-seul adores Baek Su-in.
Different from me or Uncle Kang—another woman, but mostly her cool aura.
Red-dyed hair, rides a bike, muscled build. Perfect mentor for Yoon-seul's villain-Boss dreams.
Makes me curious about her real job.
Su-in squats long by Yoon-seul, listening to her woes.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I see.
Soon reaches a conclusion.
"Then Yoon-seul, want Eonni's help?"
"Um?"
"Eonni'll help you get stronger."
That offer's irresistible to Yoon-seul. I start worrying hard.
Because of Baek Su-in's tendencies I've figured lately.
Infinitely kind to my sister, but her tastes are uniquely wild.
Hardcore villain stan.
Everything about Baek Su-in screams villainous—overstatement-free.
Quiet demeanor.
Makes time to work out, eats well.
Rides a loud, beefy bike.
Red hair dye.
July heat, yet rocks all-black outfits no hesitation.
Prejudice maybe, but villain aesthetic flawless.
Baek Su-in and Yoon-seul's chemistry—
"Wonder how it'll turn out."
As her brother, I'm concerned.
Afraid our 5-year-old will transform in yet another way.