Chapter 118
Chapter 118
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 118
Chapter Title: Reunion
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"I wanna slap her."
"W-What did you say?"
The staff member's eyes flared up in anger at my words.
"I said I wanna slap her."
💬 Comments — Viewer ⚔️Kiyaaaaak — Viewer ⚔️Oh please no ⭐ Top Comment — Viewer ⚔️Boss Han causing trouble again, emergency!!! The furious staff member huffed and shoved me even harder.
"Kyaa!"
As my body hit the ground butt-first, a jolt of shock shot up through me.
"Ow."
"Ga-eul! Oh no, are you okay?"
💬 Comments — Viewer ⚔️???? — Viewer ⚔️What was that kyaa? — Viewer ⚔️First time hearing that sound ever, even more than Boss's streams "Hey! What gives you the right to push someone like that?!"
"Ah, n-no. I didn't push that hard..."
The noona next to me laid into the staff member, clearly pissed. The flustered staffer floundered, not knowing what to do.
"Oh my gooood! Folks around here, look at this! The broadcasting station's beating people up!"
"N-No, that's not it!"
💬 Comments — Viewer ⚔️lolololol — Viewer ⚔️insanelololl Ding!
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Storm Song "Oh my gooood, I'm dyiiing──!!!♪"
─Kwarunggrrr!!
The sound bursting from my mouth tore through the air like a roar, shooting straight up into the sky.
The onlookers nearby all clutched their ears at the noise.
💬 Comments — Viewer ⚔️Wtf that death wail — Viewer ⚔️lol my phone speaker got rekt again from reaper mode ⭐ Top Comment — Viewer ⚔️Singing it like a laugh track lolol Ga-eul's signature dirge — Viewer ⚔️Did Boss eat a train whistle or what lololol The narrow streets packed with buildings kept the sound trapped, making it echo even louder.
At least the windows didn't shatter. Thank goodness.
"Ga-eul, any injuries? Get up slowly."
I'd always charged onto stages like a beast, so seeing me look vulnerable threw Noona off too.
As I slowly rose with her support, people came pouring out of the shop.
"What the hell? What's going on?!"
The first face to appear belonged to a man with a thick, dark beard and a cap.
Two more followed, both faces I recognized from memory.
"Oh dear, miss!"
Miss again. It felt like the whole world was trying to turn me into "miss."
My mind was going hazy from all the "miss" calls echoing everywhere when the lobster tail butter grill owner pushed through the crowd and reached me first.
"Boss, hi!"
"What do you mean hi? This isn't the time—are you hurt anywhere?"
My sudden cheery greeting mixed some confusion into his worried face.
Seeing that, I jabbed my finger into the air.
"I came to eat lobster tail butter grill, and that guy pushed me saying he was filming."
The murmuring crowd. The bearded man. The boss who'd come to me first. Everyone's eyes followed my finger to the staff who'd shoved me.
"N-No, that's not—"
With all those eyes on him, the staffer waved his hands frantically in panic.
"Did you really push her?"
"Huh?"
"Did you push her or not?!"
The cap-wearing bearded man suddenly raised his voice, grilling the staffer.
💬 Comments — Viewer ⚔️Whoa it's Gang PD, filming Gourmet Journey? — Viewer ⚔️First time seeing him mad, must be real "N-No... she kept hovering around..."
"I asked if you pushed her!"
"...Y-Yes. Sniff... sob..."
Under the cap man's relentless questioning, the staffer finally hung his head and started bawling.
"Ooh, bitch tears as a weapon? Something like that?"
💬 Comments — Viewer ⚔️That's not it you crazy bitch — Viewer ⚔️lololololololol Noona must have overheard my whisper to the viewers because she shot me a baffled look.
"Ga-eul, you okay?"
"I'd be fine even if I fell off our rooftop on my back."
Noona's expression shifted from baffled to worried again. Her eyes flicked to my head—she was probably fretting if I'd hit it when I fell.
Ever since Dennis chewed me out at the yacht party for lying, I'd been trying to stick to the truth, but no one ever believed me.
"Miss, let's go to the hospital together."
Thinking I was just acting tough, the lobster boss gestured urgently for us to hurry.
Another staffer nearby saw and rushed over.
"Boss, don't you have filming to do?!"
"What filming? Are you insane?"
The poor staffer who'd come to stop him just got an earful instead.
From what the lobster boss said, it sounded like he'd heard my voice mid-broadcast and bolted out.
His face darkened thunderously, Adam's apple bobbing like something might burst out.
"You goddamn mongrel bastards. This miss is my benefactor, you dog-spawn! Get lost!?"
"B-But still, the filming..."
The staffer persisting got one look at the boss's bulging face and finally backed off.
💬 Comments — Viewer ⚔️Uncle's got fire lololol — Viewer ⚔️Always grinning nice when Ga-eul visits and grills tasty, turns out he's a hidden savage uncle lol Leaving the fuming lobster boss behind, the bearded man stepped forward.
"I'm Kang Man-seung, the main PD leading this shoot. I'm sorry. My oversight."
"Yeah, whatever. It's fine."
💬 Comments ⭐ Top Comment — Viewer ⚔️Ga-eul button turns people nice lolol — Viewer ⚔️Kid's too pure lol Not expecting my instant, zero-hesitation reply, the main PD looked surprised.
"Let me apologize once more. I'm sorry."
The man bowed nearly 90 degrees.
Middle-aged and heading into sunset years, white hairs sprouted amid his dark ones.
"Sheesh, it's fine. Everyone messes up sometimes."
Only then did he lift his head.
Up close, his face screamed hard life.
Or maybe he was living one right now.
"PD, what's the commotion? Heard a huge noise."
Pushing roughly through the crowd came a young guy, followed by a woman who looked vaguely familiar.
💬 Comments — Viewer ⚔️Spring Breeze? — Viewer ⚔️Wasn't she the one who picked a fight with Boss and got canceled? — Viewer ⚔️Agency spent some cash, now on Gourmet Journey — Viewer ⚔️Did we not cancel her hard enough? Cockroach? "We won't proceed with this recording. I'll inform Spring Breeze's agency, so manager, head back."
"What?! No way, we cleared our whole schedule for this!"
Hearing the PD call her name jogged my memory.
She was the psycho chick who'd come to watch my busking and deliberately screwed me over by smirking and handing me the mic at the high note.
"Oh? If it isn't the mic-grabbing psycho bitch."
Spring Breeze spotted me too, her eyes widening.
"You, you!"
"Yeah, me, you fucking bitch. Wanna go?"
💬 Comments — Viewer ⚔️Kiyaaaaak — Viewer ⚔️Clashing again ⭐ Top Comment — Viewer ⚔️lolol chicken ordered She glared at me viciously, clearly nursing a grudge. Her thick brows made me wanna pluck 'em out.
"You two know each other?"
I nodded at the PD's question.
"Im... Im... what was it? Eugene?"
"You mean Im Yu-jun?"
"Ah! Right, Im Yu-jun. She was obsessed with that guy. Got jealous and almost ate a slap from me over it."
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
She shrieked at my words.
Even her corn kernel brows looked plump and juicy up close.
While I eyed Spring Breeze's brows, the PD glanced at me, nodded, and muttered that it made sense.
"PD, just do the shoot."
"No. When we should be apologizing more, continuing would be rude."
"It's fine. Lobster boss, you cool too? Shop's open—better if business booms."
I winked clumsily at the lobster boss next to me, and he beamed back happily.
"PD, I beg you too."
The PD watched the bowing lobster boss and finally nodded slightly.
"Alright, resuming quickly then."
"Thank you. Need me to re-explain anything?"
"You covered the food intro, so we can edit that. Redo the cooking part, please."
We all pretended not to notice Spring Breeze seething like we'd planned it.
"Can Noona and I watch from the back?"
"Of course."
We headed into the shop first, and Spring Breeze huffed after us.
"In-young."
"Yes, unni!"
Spring Breeze crossed her legs on a chair and called a name. Someone sniffled over.
It was the crybaby staffer from earlier, forcing a bright smile despite everything.
She draped an apron over her head and pulled out makeup.
Now I saw—she wasn't station staff; she was Spring Breeze's makeup artist.
"Clique-y bitches having fun."
💬 Comments — Viewer ⚔️lolololololololololol — Viewer ⚔️Boss Han pls whisper quieter Hearing my loud-as-hell voice, Spring Breeze shot me a dirty look.
"Oho? Flaunting your eyeballs begging to be plucked. No foundation on 'em? Quit caking it on."
"Kkh."
The ever-serious PD finally burst out laughing.
Spring Breeze trembled with rage—she looked liable to keel over from apoplexy.
"Ahem. Let's start. Prep everyone."
At the PD's cue, an assistant-looking guy brought a square thing, snapped it open like a Zippo, then slammed it shut.
─Clack!
Had to be one of those clapperboards from TV.
The assistant clapped the slate, and the boss's fire show kicked off.
Butter hit flames, sizzling and wafting delicious scents. Soon, the finished dish sat before Spring Breeze.
"Wow, the butter aroma is amazing."
"Haha, we use good butter."
"It's real street food with Korean soul. The parsley garnish is pretty, and the quality's top-notch."
Her broadcasting chops shone through—wiping that sour face, she smoothly chatted about the food.
"Noona, since when did lobster get Korean soul? Was our country called Canada?"
"Kkh."
I thought I'd whispered, but the PD caught it. Once he cracked, he kept chuckling.
The PD forcibly quelled his laughs and raised a hand.
"Continuing."
Guess they'll edit this too.
"Boss, my mouth's small—could you cut it smaller?"
The boss nodded at Spring Breeze's request, pulled a fan-shaped knife, and sliced it even tinier before her.
Glancing over, it was straight-up sashimi thin.
Spring Breeze poked a speck of meat with a thin skewer and delicately brought it to her mouth.
Her dainty moves screamed fear of smudging her makeup.
Impressive she could spear something that tiny with such a pointy skewer—my left eye twitched just watching.
"Mmm, so delicious."
"Bullshit. Eating an ant's asshole and calling it tasty."
💬 Comments — Viewer ⚔️lolololololololololololol — Viewer ⚔️Ga-eul poetry ◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ 📰 Side Story Ga-eul Who Ate the Meow Meow Fruit "Churu pleeease nya. Mala punch."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ 📰 Side Story Mischievous Pposi Riding the Snow Sled "Wheee!"