***
Crunch-
Crack-
Crunch-
A woman with an attractive body wearing a tank top and short shorts was laying out different kinds of chicken and eating them blissfully.
From fried, seasoned, cheese powder-sprinkled seasoned chicken to jajang and mala sauce-covered chicken, she piled up and ate all the popular chicken she could find.
As she bit into a plump chicken leg, oil glistened around her lips as if she had applied lip gloss.
“Mmm~ This is it. Chicken is the truth. And out of all of them, fried chicken! The classic flavor is the best.”
She spoke quickly as she ate.
She took a sip of cola with a satisfied expression after chewing on the meat in her mouth.
Yum yum-
Slurp slurp slurp-
“Ladies and gentlemen, this time we’re going to try the famous chicken from the recently popular Spicy Chicken brand. The boneless chicken thigh mayo. Oh! Thank you, John Tastebud, for the 100 balloons.”
[T/N: Balloons seem to be some sort of donation token in social media. ]
The BJ sucked her fingers and thanked the sponsor for the balloons before winking and smiling at the camera.
Then, she stacked three pieces of boneless chicken like a tower and shoved them into her mouth in one bite.
It was her way of reacting to the sponsorship.
.
.
.
Watching the BJ on the screen with her mouth agape like an idiot was none other than top actress Han So-yul.
Han So-yul, who made over 100 million won in appearance fees for commercials and had an annual net income of several billion won, wasn’t envious of the mere 100 balloons the BJ had received as a sponsorship.
“That looks delicious. When was the last time I had chicken?”
What she envied was the BJ who could pile up food and eat it.
She would receive compliments from her fans for eating well.
Even sponsorships.
“I eat chicken really well too. Tangsuyuk, donkatsu, bulgogi, spicy stir-fried pork, spicy rice cakes, and gimbap…”
If she had a table set in front of her, she could finish everything in 10 minutes.
Without leaving a single grain of rice on the plate.
She would probably receive a lot of sponsorships too because she eats so well.
Gulped-
Just imagining the food made her mouth water.
Chicken, donkatsu, and pork belly floated around in the air.
“Sigh~ Others get sponsorships from their fans because they eat well, but I…”
She looked down at her salad lunch box with a look of resignation.
It was a salad lunch box made purely of grass with no chicken breast or dressing. She threw down the plastic fork as if she was overcome with self-loathing.
Top actress Han So-yul.
Since she started acting as a child actress and transitioned into adulthood, she received a lot of love and attention from the public, but she had no personal life. She was forced to follow strict rules even during her break, which was known as the off-season. She didn’t have a boyfriend, and she couldn’t travel.
The only thing that made her happy was food. She enjoyed her homebody life by ordering food from famous restaurants and eating them while she didn’t have to worry about managing her body during the off-season.
So, how could she not be frustrated when she had been eating nothing but grass for a month because she was filming a movie?
“Am I making money to live like this?”
What am I even making money for?!
I can’t even buy a piece of beef even after working day and night.
“Eat it. Don’t say you’re hungry later.”
Manager Dongsu said as he watched So-yul sigh while holding her phone in one hand and her salad lunch box in the other.
“Oppa. I want to eat something delicious instead of this grass.”
He felt bad for her too.
The manager had been with So-yul for over 10 years, through thick and thin.
He knew how much she loved to eat and how much she struggled with dieting.
But he couldn’t help it.
“What can I do? That’s what the contract says.”
“Eek…”
“You need to lose 3 more kilograms. You know that. If you don’t meet the weight requirement, your role will be canceled, and you’ll have to pay a penalty.”
So-yul had signed a contract to star in a movie by famous Hollywood director Christopher Jackson.
Jackson liked So-yul’s acting, and he had only one condition: she had to lose 7 kilograms to fit the role. She didn’t know back then. She didn’t know how hard it would be for So-yul, who was already thin, to lose 7 kilograms.
“Just eat lunch. Then you can start again.”
“Do you know how many calories are in a bowl of jajangmyeon that I like? Three hours on the treadmill.”
“Then at least give me some dressing. Why am I eating grass without any flavor? Am I a rabbit?”
“It’s a high-quality organic brand, though. I went far to buy it.”
“So what? It doesn’t taste like anything!”
She was genuinely angry, but Dongsu didn’t flinch.
He knew that it was just irritation from the extreme diet.
The best thing to do in times like this was to ignore her.
Managers had to put up with even hysterics.
“You’ll regret it later.”
“Should I just give up on Hollywood?”
“That’s your dream.”
“Ugh, this is my fate.”
So-yul, who had failed to persuade him, leaned back on the sofa with a look of resignation.
She fiddled with her phone with a bored expression. Then, a ringing alarm sounded, and their close friend Oh Yuna’s Instagram message popped up.
“What did she post this time?”
Her friend had posted a photo of herself looking surprised at a fat sandwich in a store with an antique atmosphere.
The hashtags were,
#Sunflower #TheseDays #Popular #FatSandwich #IsThisPriceForThisTaste #Hyeja #DefinitelyTryIt #TryItTwice!
A devilish fat sandwich that only sold 100 pieces a day.
She ran early in the morning to buy it.
The price was great, and the taste was great, just like the rumors said.
But shouldn’t you sell a little more, boss?
Gulped-
“Wow, that looks delicious.”
A thick egg salad was sandwiched between the bread.
The visuals alone were enough to make her mouth water.
“That jerk. I’m jealous. Ah!… I want to eat that too.”
So-yul wiped away her tears as she wiped away the saliva that was dripping down her chin without any grace.
***
“Oppa, should we add more items to the menu while we’re at it?”
As soon as they finished preparing the food they had prepared in an hour and closed the shop, Min-ju said as she cleaned the tables.
As an hourly employee, she preferred to work hard and spend the rest of her time leisurely, but she wanted to give Hae-jun some advice when she saw him.
She was worried about Hae-jun, who was good at cooking but had no talent for business.
“Add more items to the menu?”
“Yes. Business is going so well. Isn’t it a waste?”
“It’s my limit if I do it alone. You said you only have a morning schedule, right?”
“We can hire another kitchen assistant. And a new part-timer for the lunch shift. And raise the prices a little bit. What’s the point of selling them so cheaply? It seems like the cost of ingredients is really high. Go outside. A sandwich of this quality would cost at least 4,000 won.”
Her advice, which started with the menu, led to concerns about the cost price.
“It’s okay. I don’t pay rent.”
He couldn’t bring himself to say that he got all of his ingredients for free from Dimension Farm because they were all free, so he could make a lot of money even if he sold them cheaply.
He had made a whopping 3,298,000 won in sales over the past ten days, so he would still make a lot of money even after deducting the wages of his part-timers.
So, he wasn’t going to raise the prices for the time being.
“Hmm, okay. Even if we leave the prices as they are, I think it would be good to add more items to the menu.”
Hae-jun had also been thinking about adding more items to the menu.
He had a desire to see more satisfied faces of his customers as he watched them leave the store with satisfied expressions after eating sandwiches or soups. It was a desire to see more satisfied faces of his customers.
“I agree with that too. But what should we make? Something simple and easy to make.”
“Since it’s a Western-style restaurant, how about omelets or donkatsu? Hamburg steak would be good too.”
Donkatsu and hamburg steak were out of the question.
[T/N: Donkatsu - Korean stype Port Cutlet]
If he made food with livestock and crops that weren’t grown on Dimension Farm, he wouldn’t be able to achieve even 1/10th of the flavor he had now. If that happened, the popularity he had gained from the fat sandwich would disappear overnight.
‘Hmm, but maybe I can try making omelets?’
He didn’t have the most important ingredient, rice, but he thought he could get carrot and onion seeds from the general store.
If he could just get the ingredients that added flavor, he might be able to make something that tasted good even if he used rice from Earth.
“I’ll practice making omelets for now.”
“Oh~ Good. Omelets.”
“Don’t expect too much. I might fail.”
“Oh, come on.”
Min-ju, who had finished discussing the new menu, went to school after eating breakfast.
Hae-jun also closed Sunflower and headed to the farm.
“Excuse me… Are you closed?”
A man in rough overalls approached him and asked.
The man in black beanie and muddy jeans seemed to be quite muscular from some kind of exercise.
‘Well, he’s not as muscular as James, though. But why does this guy look familiar?…’
He tried to remember, but he couldn’t remember where he had seen him.
“Oh, yes. We ran out of ingredients. I’m sorry.”
“I see. I understand.”
“We usually sell out everything by 9, so you should come before then.”
“Thank you. I’ll come earlier next time.”
The man bowed politely and disappeared.
Hae-jun tilted his head at the man’s strange reaction.
***
Hae-jun, who had entered Dimension Farm, diligently tended to the fields.
He harvested the crops he had planted and planted new ones.
Since he had planted so many things, it took him more than half a day to look around everything.
“I should probably go to the village soon.”
“Village? Why are you going to the village?”
Chloe asked with sparkling eyes at the word “village.”
“I’m going to get some seeds.”
“Me too. Me too!”
“Meow~.”
“You guys too?”
“Yup. I want to go.”
“Meow~.”
“Okay. Let’s go.”
He loaded the wagon with millet to sell at the general store and headed to the village.
The village was somehow bustling from the entrance. More people than usual were busy coming and going, and the streets were decorated with lanterns and various ornaments.
“What is it? What’s going on? Why are there so many people?”
“I don’t know. It looks like they’re preparing for something.”
“I’m curious.”
Unable to contain her curiosity, Chloe asked a woman hanging a lantern.
“Auntie, what day is it today?”
“What day is it… It’s almost the Luna Festival.”
“Luna Festival?”
“It’s a festival to honor the goddess of the moon, Luna.”
Every year, on the night of the biggest full moon.
The villagers hold a festival to honor the goddess of the moon, Luna, and there is lively dancing and singing all night long.
“Oh, that sounds fun. Hae-jun, let’s go play too.”
“Sure. It sounds fun.”
Hae-jun was just as interested.
In the real world, he had only seen crowded festivals on TV since he had spent several years studying.
‘It’s only one night anyway, so it wouldn’t even be two hours in real time.’
He could just stop by after work.
“Is this your first time?”
“Yes. But can I hang this?”
“Of course.”
Chloe took the moon-shaped ornament and happily hung it on a streetlight.
The two, who had agreed to meet again later, parted ways there.
Hae-jun, who headed to the general store, sold the millet to the owner, William, for a very good price.
“Here, 30 silvers.”
“Thank you.”
“I should be thanking you. You always bring me the best millet. Haha. But do you need anything? You’ve been looking around since earlier.”
“Can I get some vegetable seeds?”
“Of course. Follow me.”
William took Hae-jun to the greenhouse behind the store.
There were various kinds of seedlings there.
“We have cabbages, cucumbers, cherry tomatoes… Oh, give me that one.”
“This?”
“Yes. I needed onions.”
William looked impressed when Hae-jun pointed at grass that looked like long chives or scallions.
“Oh, you have a good eye. You’re a natural farmer.”
“Haha. You’re flattering me.”
Thanks to the ability Pote had given him, he could recognize the names of various edible plants.
“Please give me some carrot seeds in that glass bottle too. Do you have any rice by any chance?”
“Rice? You mean the grain?”
“Yes.”
“That’ll be hard to find in this village. No one looks for it.”
After observing them for a while, he realized that the staple food of the villagers was wheat. No one ate rice.
It was disappointing, but he had to be satisfied with buying onion, scallion, carrot seeds, and seedlings.
‘Well. If I grow these well, I can definitely try making omelet rice.’
***
Crunch-
Crack-
Crunch-
A woman with an attractive body wearing a tank top and short shorts was laying out different kinds of chicken and eating them blissfully.
From fried, seasoned, cheese powder-sprinkled seasoned chicken to jajang and mala sauce-covered chicken, she piled up and ate all the popular chicken she could find.
As she bit into a plump chicken leg, oil glistened around her lips as if she had applied lip gloss.
“Mmm~ This is it. Chicken is the truth. And out of all of them, fried chicken! The classic flavor is the best.”
She spoke quickly as she ate.
She took a sip of cola with a satisfied expression after chewing on the meat in her mouth.
Yum yum-
Slurp slurp slurp-
“Ladies and gentlemen, this time we’re going to try the famous chicken from the recently popular Spicy Chicken brand. The boneless chicken thigh mayo. Oh! Thank you, John Tastebud, for the 100 balloons.”
[T/N: Balloons seem to be some sort of donation token in social media. ]
The BJ sucked her fingers and thanked the sponsor for the balloons before winking and smiling at the camera.
Then, she stacked three pieces of boneless chicken like a tower and shoved them into her mouth in one bite.
It was her way of reacting to the sponsorship.
.
.
.
Watching the BJ on the screen with her mouth agape like an idiot was none other than top actress Han So-yul.
Han So-yul, who made over 100 million won in appearance fees for commercials and had an annual net income of several billion won, wasn’t envious of the mere 100 balloons the BJ had received as a sponsorship.
“That looks delicious. When was the last time I had chicken?”
What she envied was the BJ who could pile up food and eat it.
She would receive compliments from her fans for eating well.
Even sponsorships.
“I eat chicken really well too. Tangsuyuk, donkatsu, bulgogi, spicy stir-fried pork, spicy rice cakes, and gimbap…”
If she had a table set in front of her, she could finish everything in 10 minutes.
Without leaving a single grain of rice on the plate.
She would probably receive a lot of sponsorships too because she eats so well.
Gulped-
Just imagining the food made her mouth water.
Chicken, donkatsu, and pork belly floated around in the air.
“Sigh~ Others get sponsorships from their fans because they eat well, but I…”
She looked down at her salad lunch box with a look of resignation.
It was a salad lunch box made purely of grass with no chicken breast or dressing. She threw down the plastic fork as if she was overcome with self-loathing.
Top actress Han So-yul.
Since she started acting as a child actress and transitioned into adulthood, she received a lot of love and attention from the public, but she had no personal life. She was forced to follow strict rules even during her break, which was known as the off-season. She didn’t have a boyfriend, and she couldn’t travel.
The only thing that made her happy was food. She enjoyed her homebody life by ordering food from famous restaurants and eating them while she didn’t have to worry about managing her body during the off-season.
So, how could she not be frustrated when she had been eating nothing but grass for a month because she was filming a movie?
“Am I making money to live like this?”
What am I even making money for?!
I can’t even buy a piece of beef even after working day and night.
“Eat it. Don’t say you’re hungry later.”
Manager Dongsu said as he watched So-yul sigh while holding her phone in one hand and her salad lunch box in the other.
“Oppa. I want to eat something delicious instead of this grass.”
He felt bad for her too.
The manager had been with So-yul for over 10 years, through thick and thin.
He knew how much she loved to eat and how much she struggled with dieting.
But he couldn’t help it.
“What can I do? That’s what the contract says.”
“Eek…”
“You need to lose 3 more kilograms. You know that. If you don’t meet the weight requirement, your role will be canceled, and you’ll have to pay a penalty.”
So-yul had signed a contract to star in a movie by famous Hollywood director Christopher Jackson.
Jackson liked So-yul’s acting, and he had only one condition: she had to lose 7 kilograms to fit the role. She didn’t know back then. She didn’t know how hard it would be for So-yul, who was already thin, to lose 7 kilograms.
“Just eat lunch. Then you can start again.”
“Do you know how many calories are in a bowl of jajangmyeon that I like? Three hours on the treadmill.”
“Then at least give me some dressing. Why am I eating grass without any flavor? Am I a rabbit?”
“It’s a high-quality organic brand, though. I went far to buy it.”
“So what? It doesn’t taste like anything!”
She was genuinely angry, but Dongsu didn’t flinch.
He knew that it was just irritation from the extreme diet.
The best thing to do in times like this was to ignore her.
Managers had to put up with even hysterics.
“You’ll regret it later.”
“Should I just give up on Hollywood?”
“That’s your dream.”
“Ugh, this is my fate.”
So-yul, who had failed to persuade him, leaned back on the sofa with a look of resignation.
She fiddled with her phone with a bored expression. Then, a ringing alarm sounded, and their close friend Oh Yuna’s Instagram message popped up.
“What did she post this time?”
Her friend had posted a photo of herself looking surprised at a fat sandwich in a store with an antique atmosphere.
The hashtags were,
#Sunflower #TheseDays #Popular #FatSandwich #IsThisPriceForThisTaste #Hyeja #DefinitelyTryIt #TryItTwice!
A devilish fat sandwich that only sold 100 pieces a day.
She ran early in the morning to buy it.
The price was great, and the taste was great, just like the rumors said.
But shouldn’t you sell a little more, boss?
Gulped-
“Wow, that looks delicious.”
A thick egg salad was sandwiched between the bread.
The visuals alone were enough to make her mouth water.
“That jerk. I’m jealous. Ah!… I want to eat that too.”
So-yul wiped away her tears as she wiped away the saliva that was dripping down her chin without any grace.
***
“Oppa, should we add more items to the menu while we’re at it?”
As soon as they finished preparing the food they had prepared in an hour and closed the shop, Min-ju said as she cleaned the tables.
As an hourly employee, she preferred to work hard and spend the rest of her time leisurely, but she wanted to give Hae-jun some advice when she saw him.
She was worried about Hae-jun, who was good at cooking but had no talent for business.
“Add more items to the menu?”
“Yes. Business is going so well. Isn’t it a waste?”
“It’s my limit if I do it alone. You said you only have a morning schedule, right?”
“We can hire another kitchen assistant. And a new part-timer for the lunch shift. And raise the prices a little bit. What’s the point of selling them so cheaply? It seems like the cost of ingredients is really high. Go outside. A sandwich of this quality would cost at least 4,000 won.”
Her advice, which started with the menu, led to concerns about the cost price.
“It’s okay. I don’t pay rent.”
He couldn’t bring himself to say that he got all of his ingredients for free from Dimension Farm because they were all free, so he could make a lot of money even if he sold them cheaply.
He had made a whopping 3,298,000 won in sales over the past ten days, so he would still make a lot of money even after deducting the wages of his part-timers.
So, he wasn’t going to raise the prices for the time being.
“Hmm, okay. Even if we leave the prices as they are, I think it would be good to add more items to the menu.”
Hae-jun had also been thinking about adding more items to the menu.
He had a desire to see more satisfied faces of his customers as he watched them leave the store with satisfied expressions after eating sandwiches or soups. It was a desire to see more satisfied faces of his customers.
“I agree with that too. But what should we make? Something simple and easy to make.”
“Since it’s a Western-style restaurant, how about omelets or donkatsu? Hamburg steak would be good too.”
Donkatsu and hamburg steak were out of the question.
[T/N: Donkatsu - Korean stype Port Cutlet]
If he made food with livestock and crops that weren’t grown on Dimension Farm, he wouldn’t be able to achieve even 1/10th of the flavor he had now. If that happened, the popularity he had gained from the fat sandwich would disappear overnight.
‘Hmm, but maybe I can try making omelets?’
He didn’t have the most important ingredient, rice, but he thought he could get carrot and onion seeds from the general store.
If he could just get the ingredients that added flavor, he might be able to make something that tasted good even if he used rice from Earth.
“I’ll practice making omelets for now.”
“Oh~ Good. Omelets.”
“Don’t expect too much. I might fail.”
“Oh, come on.”
Min-ju, who had finished discussing the new menu, went to school after eating breakfast.
Hae-jun also closed Sunflower and headed to the farm.
“Excuse me… Are you closed?”
A man in rough overalls approached him and asked.
The man in black beanie and muddy jeans seemed to be quite muscular from some kind of exercise.
‘Well, he’s not as muscular as James, though. But why does this guy look familiar?…’
He tried to remember, but he couldn’t remember where he had seen him.
“Oh, yes. We ran out of ingredients. I’m sorry.”
“I see. I understand.”
“We usually sell out everything by 9, so you should come before then.”
“Thank you. I’ll come earlier next time.”
The man bowed politely and disappeared.
Hae-jun tilted his head at the man’s strange reaction.
***
Hae-jun, who had entered Dimension Farm, diligently tended to the fields.
He harvested the crops he had planted and planted new ones.
Since he had planted so many things, it took him more than half a day to look around everything.
“I should probably go to the village soon.”
“Village? Why are you going to the village?”
Chloe asked with sparkling eyes at the word “village.”
“I’m going to get some seeds.”
“Me too. Me too!”
“Meow~.”
“You guys too?”
“Yup. I want to go.”
“Meow~.”
“Okay. Let’s go.”
He loaded the wagon with millet to sell at the general store and headed to the village.
The village was somehow bustling from the entrance. More people than usual were busy coming and going, and the streets were decorated with lanterns and various ornaments.
“What is it? What’s going on? Why are there so many people?”
“I don’t know. It looks like they’re preparing for something.”
“I’m curious.”
Unable to contain her curiosity, Chloe asked a woman hanging a lantern.
“Auntie, what day is it today?”
“What day is it… It’s almost the Luna Festival.”
“Luna Festival?”
“It’s a festival to honor the goddess of the moon, Luna.”
Every year, on the night of the biggest full moon.
The villagers hold a festival to honor the goddess of the moon, Luna, and there is lively dancing and singing all night long.
“Oh, that sounds fun. Hae-jun, let’s go play too.”
“Sure. It sounds fun.”
Hae-jun was just as interested.
In the real world, he had only seen crowded festivals on TV since he had spent several years studying.
‘It’s only one night anyway, so it wouldn’t even be two hours in real time.’
He could just stop by after work.
“Is this your first time?”
“Yes. But can I hang this?”
“Of course.”
Chloe took the moon-shaped ornament and happily hung it on a streetlight.
The two, who had agreed to meet again later, parted ways there.
Hae-jun, who headed to the general store, sold the millet to the owner, William, for a very good price.
“Here, 30 silvers.”
“Thank you.”
“I should be thanking you. You always bring me the best millet. Haha. But do you need anything? You’ve been looking around since earlier.”
“Can I get some vegetable seeds?”
“Of course. Follow me.”
William took Hae-jun to the greenhouse behind the store.
There were various kinds of seedlings there.
“We have cabbages, cucumbers, cherry tomatoes… Oh, give me that one.”
“This?”
“Yes. I needed onions.”
William looked impressed when Hae-jun pointed at grass that looked like long chives or scallions.
“Oh, you have a good eye. You’re a natural farmer.”
“Haha. You’re flattering me.”
Thanks to the ability Pote had given him, he could recognize the names of various edible plants.
“Please give me some carrot seeds in that glass bottle too. Do you have any rice by any chance?”
“Rice? You mean the grain?”
“Yes.”
“That’ll be hard to find in this village. No one looks for it.”
After observing them for a while, he realized that the staple food of the villagers was wheat. No one ate rice.
It was disappointing, but he had to be satisfied with buying onion, scallion, carrot seeds, and seedlings.
‘Well. If I grow these well, I can definitely try making omelet rice.’
