Cheat day

Things that seem useless

As the members of Baek Seung-yong-cha started cleaning, Joo Ji-seung sat in front of the camera.

PD Choi Michael asked.

“How do you feel about wrapping up the first day of the Baek Seung-yong car?”

“I’m out of my mind.” My clothes are all soaked with sweat right now, and I don’t even remember if I did it right or what I did.

“I heard this is your first experience in the food service industry.”

Yes. It was something I always wanted to try at least once, and now I have the opportunity.

“It must have been a difficult task, but was there a motive?”

Jujiseung lifted his head, took a moment to gather his thoughts, and then slowly began to speak.

“When Chanyong first brought it up, I hesitated.” I wonder if we can handle this kind of thing on our own. But.

Joo Ji-seung nodded and chuckled softly.

“My wife told me the answer.”

Choi Michael nodded, helping Joo Ji-seung to naturally bring up the topic.

“After running the Heart Sutra for a long time, I felt the limitations.” The recipes I knew have long been exhausted, and every day I study and look for new cooking methods, but even that has become somewhat mechanical.

Jujiseung straightened his back and squared his shoulders.

“My wife, who knew about my worries, asked if it wasn’t a good opportunity.”

Jujiseung nodded.

“Even though it was tough, I was doing well on YouTube, and I felt embarrassed thinking that it might be okay to just stay as I was.” It feels like I’ve become complacent now that I’m able to make a living. So I took on the challenge.

“The reason you started cooking in the first place was because of your sister-in-law.”

Yes. My wife is really bad at cooking.

Joo Ji-seung and Choi Michael couldn’t hold back their laughter.

“Just kidding.” When I was working, I developed diabetes, and at that time, my wife helped me with utmost devotion. He has to go to work too, but he wakes up early to pack lunch and comes home early to prepare dinner. I was very discouraged, but thanks to you, I found the strength.

Jujiseung smiled as he recalled old memories.

“But I made it so hard for her that my wife got sick too.” I thought, “Oh, I see.” At this rate, we’ll both end up dead. Shouldn’t we take care of our health first? I had such thoughts.

Choi Michael, with his lips tightly sealed, looked at Ju Ji-seung.

“Since we had some savings, we both quit our jobs for now, and from then on, I took care of all the household chores.” As I kept doing it, I found that cooking suited me, so I continued. While looking for something I could do while taking care of my wife, I ended up starting a YouTube channel.

“How is your health right now?”

“I’ve become too healthy.” A person who has never exercised in their life started going to the gym to lose weight, and now look at them.

The monk shook his head vigorously.

“If you have one last thing to say.”

“The meals my wife prepared for me, the food I made while thinking of my wife, I am making them just as they were.” Please visit often.

As Joo Ji-seung smiled, Choi Michael ended the recording.

“Are you done?”

No. Now we have to film the cleaning.

“Sigh.” I’m going crazy. Jichan, it’s your turn.

“Ugh.”

As Joo Ji-seung headed to the kitchen, Cha Ji-chan tried to take off the red rubber gloves.

“CEO, wait a moment.”

Producer Ahn Sang-kyu called Cha Ji-chan.

“Why?”

It looks good on you. Let’s go as is.

“Are you saying I should show off just because I did some work?”

“How about giving a little?”

“Sigh.”

Cha Ji-chan sighed and sat down in the chair where Ju Ji-seung had been.

“What do you think about running a lunchbox business?”

“I laughed so much that my face won’t move.”

“It’s been a while since I met with my subscribers.”

“Right.” Hey, our Kkunkkuni kids are working out hard. I thought you were just all talk when you were giving advice on the show. Uh?

PD Ahn Sang-kyu smiled slightly.

“How did you start Baek Seung-yong’s lunch box?”

That guy seduced me. It would be great if we could give it to our gym members.

Cha Ji-chan pointed to the side dish for wiping the frying pan with a nod.

“So, did you do it as part of promoting the gym?”

“That’s one reason.” My sibling is trying to do something again, so I’m just helping out a bit. “Brotherhood.”

Cha Ji-chan gave a slight smile.

“I also saw comments saying that it might be beyond the scope of what they can help with.”

“What, you put a straw in the side dish?” Are there still guys like that?

“It’s not exactly like that.”

“Ha.”

Cha Ji-chan sighed.

“I’ve mentioned a few times that my YouTube channel grew thanks to them when I was having a hard time.” This matter is mixed up with various things. It feels like supporting gym members as I mentioned earlier, and there’s also a promotional purpose. Since it’s something Chanyong is doing, there are things that need to be done.

Cha Ji-chan scratched the back of his head vigorously and said.

“Don’t misunderstand, just listen.” “I didn’t do anything bad, didn’t harm anyone, and I was somewhat successful, earning a lot of money and all that.”

“That’s right.”

“But once I started earning a decent amount of money, it didn’t really hit me that much.” No matter how many good and expensive things you buy, it doesn’t fill the void within a person.

“This might be a bit controversial, don’t you think?”

“Whether they do or not.” I am. At first, I thought it was just because I didn’t have many people to share my feelings with, but it turned out not to be the case. A good deed? Do you want to be respected? It felt like that.

“It’s a desire for respect.”

“What is that?”

Maslow. No. Keep going.”

“Okay.” My bag strap is a bit short. “I have a bit of a complex, too.”

“It’s not just the bag that’s short.”

Bae Woo-jin, who was crouching down to organize the dishes, poked his head out and shouted.

“This guy.”

When Cha Ji-chan lifted his butt, Baek Woo-jin quickly tucked his head back in.

“But while doing YouTube, I realized that even someone like me can do something helpful for others.” That’s my pride, and furthermore, I want to live in a way that actually helps others.

“Is there a reason that made you think that way?”

Cha Ji-chan gave Ban Chan-yong a glance.

“I learned it from them.”

PD Ahn Sang-kyu turned on the camera and packed the side dishes.

“Unlike what he shows on the broadcast, he has almost no self-esteem.”

“Ah, why are you bringing up my story?”

Banchanyong shouted.

“But what I respect about him is that he acknowledges his weaknesses and makes an effort to overcome them.” Do you know that every Sunday, we pick up trash at Dorimcheon or the Han River for our side dishes? You don’t know anyone, do you?

“Ah!”

Banchan-yong shouted irritably.

“Stay still.” You can’t even say thank you when your brother is giving you good advice.

“Why are you skipping Gwanaksan?”

“Hehehehe.”

People inside the store chuckled softly at the banter about the side dishes.

Sure. Well, they even pick up trash on Gwanaksan Mountain.

“But how did you know that Chan-young was doing that?”

Ahn Sang-kyu asked a question that viewers would be curious about.

“I was checking how much he walks every day, and on Sunday, he unusually recorded 20,000 to 30,000 steps, so I asked him.” What were you doing that made you walk so much? Then he showed me the photo. Dozens of photos of garbage stuffed into volume-based waste bags.

“Ah.”

I told you so. Upload it to YouTube. When I asked if it wouldn’t be good to let people know about doing good deeds, he said he just does it whenever he feels like it. “She said she doesn’t want to talk about it because she finds her worth by doing something helpful for others.”

“I just told you everything!”

Banchanyong shouted.

“Because I’m doing it, it turns out better than when you do it.”

“Thank you.”

Banchan-yong wiped the frying pan again.

“Seeing him do that, I think I’ll try to do something good and look for something too.” What’s lacking in me right now?

“So, you’re planning on doing volunteer work too?”

“Right.” Well, even if it’s calculated, it can’t be helped. That’s right. It’s something I do because I want to be respected and loved.

“Everyone, don’t believe him because he’s saying that out of embarrassment.”

“You’ll see after today.”

Cha Ji-chan suddenly grabbed Baek Woo-jin’s cheeks with one hand, shook them, and then released them.

Naturally taking over the baton, Baek Woo-jin sat in front of the camera, rubbing his cheeks.

PD Lee Ji-hye of the WooJenius channel asked.

“These days, there are comments saying I’m getting a lot of hate. What do you think?”

“Uh?”

Baek Woo-jin widened his eyes and asked back.

“Ji-seung hyung and Ji-chan hyung have different questions, you know.”

“I’ll do it later.”

In response to PD Lee Ji-hye’s firm attitude, Baek Woo-jin briefly looked around and gathered his thoughts.

“It’s because of Hyung Chanyong.”

“What do you mean?”

“Since I’ve been hanging out with that guy, I’ve been getting angry more often.” 맞아. “I have a lot of grievances because I’ve been wronged.”

“What did I do?”

“During the Kakao meeting, they asked if I really don’t like Kakao!” I ignored a weird question comment, and then they said, “Are you really ignoring me just because I’m an elementary school student? Is this child abuse?” There are even people who know me as a pervert who likes tentacles!

Through the Baekban Debate, Baek Woo-jin, who had been misunderstood countless times, poured out his grievances.

“Who actually believes that?”

Cha Ji-chan asked with a slight smile.

“I know too!” Does it make a difference being teased for knowing? I wasn’t like this originally! You were cute, smart, and kind! That guy ruined everything!

Baek Woo-jin jumped up and down and shouted.

When Cha Ji-chan stepped forward and covered his mouth, the empty space for the side dish was filled.

“It’s my turn!”

“Okay, okay.” Calm down. Let’s wash the dishes.

“The interview isn’t over yet!”

“It’s funny to wrap it up here.”

Look! “Do I look like I’m not angry even after all this?”

“That’s right.” Right. Kind. Kind.”

“Cha Ji-chan!”

“Uh-huh.” You shouldn’t just call your brother’s name like that.

“Hyung, what are you talking about!” 아!”

As Baek Woo-jin’s voice gradually faded, Banchan-yong bowed his head to the camera that Muk-ji was holding.

“What are your thoughts on luring three colleagues with sweet talk to start a business?”

When Mukunji asked a question, Banchan-yong’s eyes widened.

“Sweet words and false promises?” It’s something we all gathered to discuss and started together. Right?

Banchanyong looked around for an answer, but no one reacted.

“How does it feel to have three major YouTubers siphoning off your content?”

“The straw is correct.” That’s right, it’s a straw that got permission. It’s practically a straw.

“How would you respond to comments saying you should focus on your broadcasts instead of showing off just because you’ve made some money?”

“No, wait a minute.” “Was there really such a question?”

“Was.”

“Let me see.”

Banchan-yong looked over the chat that Mukbang-ji filtered out during today’s broadcast.

└It wasn’t a variety show;;

└These days, where can you even find a lunchbox like that for 4,000 won? Seriously.

Did you leave it behind?

In my opinion, it’s not great. The meat is just bulgogi.

└For real, you need at least one fried food.

└What kind of fried food is in a healthy lunchbox?

└The price of spring greens has gone crazy lately. If you get freshly cooked rice, three types of fresh greens, a meat side dish, rolled omelet, seaweed soup, and a zero cola for 4,000 won, there’s no margin to be made.

I wish we had one in our neighborhood too.

No, I really don’t understand. Why go through all this trouble when you could just broadcast?

└There are so many people who start businesses once they get a bit famous, right? Haha

└Mister, stop messing around and wasting time, and instead, post more on the Baekban Debate.

Banchan-yong’s face twisted grotesquely.