Chapter 28

"Phew, I thought I was going to die of nervousness."

Brandon sighed and sat down at the table.

"By the way, Daniel, is this a dream or real? We're just high school students, but a big boss like Dominic Park comes to offer us to join the organization. Very cool."

"Are you sure you think it's cool? You're going to be a gangster anyway. Don't have weird fantasies. Even if I die, I have no intention of joining the organization."

"Eh? What. Then why did you say you would enter after graduating from school?"

"Wait and see. Sooner or later, the organization and all gangsters will be caught by the police. So I'm just saying that to buy time until the arrests happen."

"What are you talking about? Why will they all be arrested?"

"So watch the news and read books. And don't just hang out, look at you like you're living in a cave for not knowing such news."

Even though I said such things, there was no way he would know such news just by watching the news or reading newspapers because such things had not happened yet and could not be made public at this time. I'm pretty sure the only ones who would know such news would be me and those who initiated the incident.

Now I'm sure that after Dominic Park came, one thing became clear.

It means that no fleas can touch us anymore.

When I came home, my mom wasn't there.

The kitchen and room were full of ingredients for rice cake skewers.

As I was changing clothes and cleaning the room with my younger siblings, my mom came in with a bowl, smiling brightly with a happy face.

"Where have you been, Mom?"

I quickly approached my mom and took the bowl.

"Oh, you're home, Daniel?"

"Yes, not long ago. But what's with that happy smile?"

"I made rice cake skewers and took them to the daycare center downstairs and the home of the dean of the church near me. I wanted them to taste it."

"So?"

"Everyone was crazy about how delicious it was."

It was beautiful and pleasant to see my mom's excitement.

"Does it make you feel so happy?"

"Of course. Thanks to you telling me about the recipe and telling them, everyone is praising how delicious your food recipe is, so your mom must feel happy hearing that."

As expected of my beautiful mom, she wasn't happy because her homemade dishes were praised, but because the recipe given by her son was praised made her happy.

"Impossible. It's because Mom made it so that the food became delicious, not because of the recipe I gave her. But mom, the ones who usually buy and eat rice cake skewers are the children. You serve rice cake skewers to the mothers today, but the ones who are important and suitable for rice cake skewers are the children."

"Ah. So that's it, what then?"

"Distribute the skewers once again tomorrow. But not like today, instead, bring them for the children, and I'll come with you Mom to check their reactions myself."

"All right, then I'm going to the kitchen first..."

My mom went to the kitchen, humming as she was in a good mood.

Seeing my mom in good spirits, I reaffirmed once again that seeing my mom so happy and excited was my main goal in returning to my current life.

Thinking of her difficult life before, it hurt my heart to remember that, but seeing my mom right now made me feel that I should take all the opportunities that I could take and couldn't before.

As I followed her into the kitchen, my mom added something to the sauce, and while she babbled and excitedly explained that she had done a lot with the recipe I had given her, she dipped the sauce with her little finger and put it into my mouth.

Seeing my beautiful mom shining so brightly like a young girl, I hugged her and kissed her.

"Eh. What are you going to do? What if your other siblings see?"

"So what if they see? Isn't it normal for your son to kiss his mom?"

"Oh, look who's getting so spoiled this time." 

When I pushed my lips together again, my mom laughed as if she didn't like it, kissed me on the lips, and quickly disengaged from my embrace.

I went back to my room, taught my younger siblings, exercised, and ended the day as usual.

When I went to school the next day, there was a commotion in the classroom again from the morning.

Rumors must have been circulating that Dominic Park met me at school yesterday.

I don't know why boys at this age are so crazy about fights, gangsters, and talking about women.

Of course, if I were 17 years old, I would probably go crazy with excitement.

However, as a middle-aged person, it was sad and annoying to see his classmates fooling around.

Even Caleb got excited and asked a lot of questions. Did Dominic Park come to you yesterday? How was yesterday? He endlessly asked.

In the morning, I tried to get out of class, but Brandon ran towards me in a hurry, as if he was going to an important meeting.

"Daniel, when are we going to the Boss's office?"

As if he was already a member of the organization, he was already calling the man the boss.

Brandon's voice suddenly made the class quiet, all the kids' eyes were on me, and their ears perked up as they looked at me.

I just sighed at the absurd scene.

"Ah, why are you making a mess again in the morning? It's annoying, so leave."

I collapsed on my desk.

Then Caleb quietly grabbed Brandon's arm and led him away.

Even James, who hated Brandon for being bullied in the past, followed Caleb.

Caleb excitedly asked questions, and Brandon excitedly spat and talked to them about yesterday, and the kids standing around them exclaimed 'wow' and 'Yeah'.

'What's with this bunch of immature boys...'

After school, I went home leaving Brandon who asked me to go to Dominic Park's office.

My mom had already fried a ton of rice cakes, and she had a big plastic container of sauce.

Looking at the huge amount, it looked like my mom had extra groceries today.

That's how my mom and I took a tour of the neighborhood while handing out her homemade rice cakes.

After handing out the rice cakes, my mom actively stepped forward and asked questions about her cooking.

I followed my mom around like that and closely observed the reactions of those who ate my mom's cooking.

Everyone responded favorably.

Some even raved happily about it.

That was natural.

The first time I ate rice cake satay, I vaguely remember, I think it was after I went to the army.

I don't know if it first came out or if it had come out before, but I couldn't eat it because I was in the army, but it wasn't until the mid-1990s that rice cake skewers became popular nationwide.

After rice cake skewers became popular, skewers such as chicken skewers and pork skewers appeared as street food and became very popular.

Since I already knew such a result, I thought it was a natural result.

I thought of various dishes before thinking of rice cake skewers, such as cheese corndogs, crispy fried chicken, and others.

I think cheese corndogs are fine at this point, but it's not easy to find mozzarella cheese, which only became popular after the mid-1990s.

It was hard to find, and the price was too high.

So, I thought of starting with rice cake skewers and then increasing the number of new recipes as I earned money.

I think we both visited more than 10 places before dinner arrived.

Everyone from adults to children responded well, so my mom was very happy.

Eventually, my mom got the courage and decided to go into business.

I told my mom not to worry too much because everything would be fine, and she held my hand tightly.

A few days later, it was a Saturday, so after morning classes, I went to the market while holding my mom's hand.

First of all, I started going around the market to buy frying pans and bowls, and other utensils.

My mom knew that we would be buying a lot of things today at the market, but she was a little nervous and hesitated every time she entered the store, as she had never done big business.

Seeing my mom's naivety, I finally decided to step in.

Wandering around the store, all the owners tried to talk to my mom at first and didn't talk to me because they saw I was still a child.

I was in no hurry, and slowly began to chat with the market traders about the world in a very natural way, and made purchases while bargaining skillfully.

I don't know when, but I felt that my mom would lose her way if I let go of my hand, so wherever I went, she held my hand or crossed her arms.

When I talked about world affairs, such as economics and politics, with the old market traders, they all complimented my momr by saying that it would be nice to have such a clever child like me.

With the pleasant praise from the market traders, my mom looked very happy, and the hands holding my hands and arms grew stronger.

After buying the goods, I quickly returned home because I was worried about my younger siblings whom we had left at home.

After my younger siblings fell asleep, I sat side by side with my mom on the roof and talked.

My mom rested her head on my shoulder as she hugged me.

"When did my child learn so many things? Watching you cook the other day, it wasn't something you did once or twice. And at the market today, you looked like someone who's been in the business for a long time. Who would look at you and think you are 17 years old? What has happened?"

My mom moved her pretty mouth and asked a question.

She was my sweet and beautiful mom.

I just smiled softly.

I wondered why I ignored this beautiful woman like my mom.

I was so happy now that this kind of woman had become my woman.

I tilted my head and kissed my mom on the lips.

My mom gently closed her eyes while holding my arm.

I untied her hands and held my mom tightly, and put my tongue into my mom's mouth.

My mom pulled my tongue and sucked on it while swirling her tongue.

After such a long kiss, my mom's face turned red and her breathing became rough.

"My love, will you go to the bathroom with me?"

My mom raised her head and she smiled and whispered in my ear.

"Why, the atmosphere here is nice. How about just here?"

"Ah, I want to be hugged by my son right now. It's a rooftop, what if someone sees?"

Although it was just the two of us, my mom looked shy and whispered.

"What do you think, Mom? We just need to hide it well."

"NO. Let's go to the bathroom."

As I laughed and joked, my mom glanced at me unhappily.

I loved my mom so much that I thought my heart would throb and die.

Women in love are foxes and monsters!!!