Chapter 51

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Translator: True Detective

Chapter: 51

Chapter Title: I'm an S-Galler~

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1.

I glanced at Chef Kang Taeyeon before clearing out the flooding chat one by one.

“Your hands are quick.”

A low, solid voice. It felt less like praise and more like stating a simple fact.

“Uh... thank you?”

I faltered slightly at the unexpected remark. He stared quietly at my fingers and asked,

“Are they that quick when handling ingredients too?”

“Not any slower than this?”

“...Good. Show me yourself later.”

“Got it.”

I wondered what had gotten into him all of a sudden, but it wasn't a tough request, so I accepted readily.

That's when my sister, standing beside me, poked my side. At the out-of-nowhere message, I checked it again.

‘What the heck does that mean?’

I frowned and sent back,

I stared blankly at the screen, then suddenly recalled that gaze from earlier. That look definitely wasn't mere curiosity.

It'd never happen, but even if Chef Kang Taeyeon offered to scout me for 'Damyeon Seoul,' I had no intention of joining.

I was curious, sure. But that was just curiosity. The food I wanted to make was something everyone could enjoy comfortably.

“Ahem.”

The donation message made me self-conscious for no reason.

“...You okay?”

My sister asked cautiously. Chef Kang Taeyeon glanced at the chat for a moment before speaking in a deadpan tone.

“I'm fine. I don't pay much mind to what others say to begin with.”

He let out a short breath and added,

“Working overseas was rougher and harsher. Reading curses is worlds apart from hearing them in person.”

Saying it like that, he really did look like the Northern Grand Duke.

“G-Good. Still, reading them nonstop might hurt eventually. We'll clear whatever shows up!”

“Appreciate it. When do we switch the broadcast screen?”

“Once more viewers pile in. It's best to wait 5 to 10 minutes for people to trickle in.”

“Isn't it plenty already?”

He checked the viewer count and asked. We'd passed 20,000, so it seemed sufficient.

“I can draw way more than this.”

But stopping here felt like a waste.

“Impressive.”

“Chef Kang Taeyeon, you should hide for now. Can you step out when I introduce the guest?”

“Understood.”

He readily ducked behind the partition I'd set up. Once he was fully out of camera view, I prepped to switch screens.

They were having a field day among themselves. But that wouldn't last. They'd all freeze up soon enough.

“Sis, screen and mic on?”

“Yep!”

She confirmed everything was ready, and I switched the screen.

“Hello, everyone. As announced, we're doing a cooking stream today.”

I ignored the viewer reactions and continued calmly.

“Unlike last time, chat isn't frozen. This was at the guest's request, so no misunderstandings, please.”

I skimmed the chat for a bit before speaking again.

“I check communities sometimes to gauge opinions on me. Seems there's some controversy over my cooking streams.”

A few viewers looked thrown off. They probably hadn't expected me to address the controversy head-on.

“So today, to dispel that as much as possible, I've invited the most credible guest imaginable.”

They weren't expecting much. I smirked.

“What if I really did bring Chef Kang Taeyeon? What then?”

Question marks started flooding in at breakneck speed.

The donations shifted viewer attitudes again. Their weathervane fickleness was amusing... and kinda cute.

They were so cocky they even posted a mission. I'd planned to bring out Chef Kang Taeyeon around now, but time to adjust.

‘Fine dining costs a fortune to run, right? Guess I'll chip in today.’

I spoke to the chat in an exaggerated tone on purpose.

“You're even missioning me to book Chef Kang Taeyeon. Can I really accept such generosity? Don't know where to put myself.”

It was the exact tone I'd used on nobles in that other world. Polite on the surface, mocking underneath.

Donations poured in like dominoes. No one could fathom I'd actually booked Chef Kang Taeyeon.

“Guys, maybe cancel the mission now? If Chef Kang Taeyeon really shows, I can't be held responsible?”

My sister beside me covered her mouth and bent over, shoulders shaking.

With Noir's fragile image, everyone assumed she was crying. But I knew better.

“Pffft...”

She was desperately holding back laughter. The whole situation was just too ridiculous.

Of course. From someone in the know, this farce was comedy gold.

I quietly waited out the mission timer. With me staying silent, viewers piled on the mission funds excitedly.

Over 20 million won stacked up. Unlike donations, missions allowed 1,000G minimums, so it snowballed faster.

Plus, with so many viewers flooding in—probably from community alerts—the firepower was insane.

I hit mission success one second before it ended.

Silence hit the taunting chat. They hadn't seen the success button coming.

Viewers immediately lost it.

“I get you're pissed I hit success outta nowhere. But was that really the best move?”

I smiled as I spoke, enraging the viewers. Anyone would think I was trolling.

“No, but if I really booked Chef Kang Taeyeon, wouldn't I be off the hook for the mission money?”

“So you all admit it?”

I took a breath. Tens of thousands watched this moment. I raised my lips and shouted,

“And that's why he's here! Our guest today, Chef Kang Taeyeon! Come on out!”