Cheat day

More money

“Did you have fun while you were out?”

Wednesday.

As I went to work in a white sedan, Cha Ji-chan bumped his shoulder against mine and asked.

They’re teasing him for missing a day of filming because of Baekban.

“Playing.” It’s clearly a matter.”

“Let me go on a trip.” He even gives me pocket money to buy delicious food. They also pay the appearance fee. How is this even possible?

“That’s true.”

In fact, even if the appearance fee is 0 won, it can still be considered beneficial.

“Did they say yesterday was the last shoot?”

The monk asked.

Yes. It seems like the higher-ups aren’t staying quiet.

“What do you mean by that?”

Cha Ji-chan asked.

“The advertising rates between news and dramas are high.”

It’s the prime time with high viewership, so it’s only natural. It is also well known to Joo Ji-seung and Cha Ji-chan.

“But it was thanks to Baekban that we confirmed that a 15-minute program could be included.” So, I guess they want to fill that spot with a program full of PPL.

“In the end, it’s all about money.”

“Right.”

After finishing the shoot yesterday, we had a small wrap party with the production team, and it was something that PD Park Sang-cheol, who was drunk, told us.

Somehow, it made sense because I had been thinking it was strange that the period was shorter than originally planned.

“Still, Season 2 has been confirmed.”

“Okay.” You should focus on what you can do rather than what you can’t help.

Chajichan patted him on the back and cheered him on.

“What is it?” It feels different, doesn’t it?

“What?”

“This bastard.”

Cha Ji-chan suddenly hugged me tightly and patted my back.

“What, what are you doing?!”

Wow. Bro, look at this guy. Not bad, huh? 어! Thighs!

“Where.”

Even the monk came over and started massaging my back, shoulders, and thighs.

Ah! Don’t do it! I’m getting goosebumps!

“Not bad, huh?”

Joo Ji-seung said with a sly smile.

“Hey, for side dishes.” Did you really work out hard?

“Seriously, don’t.” This is clearly workplace harassment.

“Good morning.”

Just then, Baek Woo-jin came in.

“Baek Woo-jin, touch his thigh.”

“Why am I touching Chanyong’s thigh?”

“Super tight.”

Cha Ji-chan massaged my thigh once again.

Just as I could no longer endure and was about to push it away, Muk-ji opened the door and walked in.

“Ah.”

I was happy to see them and went to greet them, but Mukji bowed their head and quickly went inside the store.

I, Ju Ji-seung, and Cha Ji-chan all forgot our words as we watched the old kimchi swiftly pass by.

“Is something going on with the PD?”

“Really?”

Suddenly, the conversation we had on Monday came to mind.

“Really?” “You’re acting a bit different than usual.”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

It took me a really long time to decide to go on a diet.

Even aged kimchi will need time.

It seems like they’re avoiding answering because they might be afraid I’ll rush them, so I should tell them it’s okay to take their time and think it over.

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“Oh, shrimp tempura?”

While preparing for the lunch business, Cha Ji-chan said something that I couldn’t possibly ignore.

When I woke up, I saw Jujiseung taking out frozen shrimp.

“Is it your side today?”

Baek Woo-jin approached and asked.

Uh. Shrimp tempura is the best for a packed lunch.

Joo Ji-seung replied with a grin.

Unless you have a shellfish allergy, it’s an undeniable fact.

Having tried countless bento shops and convenience store bentos, I also highly value shrimp tempura.

“Jichan, could you fill the basin with cold water?” Put 10 liters of water and add 10 spoons each of salt and vinegar.

“10 spoons of salt and vinegar each?”

“That’s right.”

“Why do you add vinegar?” “Are you saying I’m weak?”

Curious Baek Woo-jin asked.

“To catch the smell.”

“Oh~”

As Cha Ji-chan filled a basin with a mixture of salt and vinegar, the monk carefully added frozen shrimp.

“Do you sell shrimp that’s already prepared like this?”

Baek Woo-jin chimed in with a question.

“It’s called Novasi shrimp, so it doesn’t need to be prepared and is used a lot in the business. Even if you score it, it won’t curl up when cooked.”

“Quite long.”

Don’t we usually use this for fried shrimp?”

“How much is it like this?”

“Wasn’t it around 125,000 won for 20 packs?”

When the monk turned to confirm, Choi Michael informed him it was 125,240 won.

“Then let’s include this in the expenses too.”

“No, it’s something I enjoy doing.

“Still, we have to secure sales.” If you sell it for money but don’t keep a record, it will be a big problem. I’ll send you 125,240 won later.

The person managing the sales and inventory ledger is sharp, so I’m relieved.

“But how many of these are there?”

“30 pieces per pack, so 600 pieces.”

“Then how many should I give you?”

Since we aim for affordable lunch boxes, we have set the side menu at 1,000 won without exception.

I’m curious about how many shrimp tempuras they’ll give me.

“How much is it per piece?”

“208 won.”

Joo Ji-seung pondered for a moment, and then Cha Ji-chan, who had been trimming bracken behind him, provided the answer.

“Really?”

I couldn’t believe it, so I asked, and Baek Woo-jin nodded.

That’s right. 208 won.”

“The person who said they couldn’t count because they were in the humanities is surprisingly fast at mental math.”

I remembered something that happened before and said something, and Cha Ji-chan chuckled.

“Then, giving five at a time will be fine.”

“Five of them cost 1,040 won, you know?” What about the cost of oil, the frying powder, and the eggs?

“You know you’re going to lose anyway, so why do it?”

The monk looked at me and spoke, so I nodded in agreement.

“Five shrimp tempuras for a thousand won? That’s insane.”

Right. Right.

Baek Woo-jin answered while jotting down various things on his smartphone.

Ugh. “Is it okay?”

Cha Ji-chan turned his head.

“What?”

“If we sell it too cheaply, aren’t we harming those around us?” We’re doing this as a service, but what if people go to other stores and ask why it’s so expensive here?

It was an unexpected situation, so we just blinked and kept glancing at each other.

“Could there really be such a person…?”

“Right.”

“Right.” There is.

Receiving comments from tens of thousands, even millions of subscribers, I often find myself thinking, “Wow, there are really some crazy people out there.”

Logically, it’s a volunteer activity, so they should naturally sell it cheaply, but you can’t conclude that there are no crazy people who would make the same demands in a store that operates for profit.

“Then, how about just three?”

The monk asked.

“Three of them, what’s the big deal?”

“Three is already plenty of fantasy.”

“Then let’s go with three.”

Baek Woo-jin wrote something again, and it seems like it’s something to be recorded in the sales.

“Ah.”

While looking at the sales report, I suddenly remembered the day before yesterday.

“Come to think of it, our viewers supported us.” “Add it to the operation of the Baek Seung-ryong car.”

That’s right. Bro, that day the Mukbang channel ranked 3rd in the world for Super Chats, right?

“Huh?”

Really? How much did you get?

“Just over 300.”

“Side dish.”

“Heat.”

“Wow.”

Joo Ji-seung, Cha Ji-chan, and Baek Woo-jin all gasped at the same time.

People who earn much more than I do act like this, so it feels like they’re mocking me.

“What’s wrong with you?” While they earn more.

“I’ve never done that before!”

“Me too.”

“Me too.”

It seems that the main source of income is not Super Chat.

In fact, exercise, mukbang, cooking, and knowledge are not fields that receive a lot of super chats.

“Actually, I also received some and transferred it to the business account.”

Baek Woo-jin showed the business account.

“Our room was gone.”

“Us too.”

It is said that Cha Ji-chan and Joo Ji-seung did not receive it.

It will probably start suddenly, just like it did for me, but I think it’s a matter of timing.

“Anyway, it turned out well.” You can cover the deficit with this.

“Right.”

Jujiseung took out three stainless steel trays and put flour, egg wash, and breadcrumbs in each one.

We each had our own tasks to do, so Cha Ji-chan trimmed the bracken, I made rice and miso soup, and Baek Woo-jin organized the lunch boxes when the sound of frying shrimp began to be heard.

Could there be a more beautiful sound than this?

Beethoven’s symphonies, Schubert’s lieder, and Mozart’s operas are comparable.

The scent is sweeter than muscari and more subtle than frangipani, making it truly exceptional.

Unable to bear it any longer, I went to the fryer, and Baek Woo-jin was already there first.

“Shall I give you one?”

Nods without even thinking.

“Wait a minute.”

Joo Ji-seung chuckled softly, finished frying the shrimp, took out a new frying pan, added soy sauce, onions, and eggs, and stir-fried them.

“Chanyong, is dinner ready?”

“Uh.”

“Just fill a little bit here.”

I scooped rice into a bowl, poured the sauce made with eggs, onions, and soy sauce over it, and placed three shrimp tempuras on top.

“Crazy.”

My eyes are spinning at the sight of the shrimp tempura rice bowl that was completed in an instant.

“Try it.”

When Jujiseung offered, Baek Woojin picked up his chopsticks and stared intently at the shrimp rice bowl.

“Why are you doing that?” “Eat quickly and move on.”

Feeling anxious and urging him, Baek Woo-jin looked up.

“Shrimp is ‘shrimp’ in English.”

“What?”

“In Chinese, it’s ‘xia’.”

“Yeah, menthosha.” “Stop talking nonsense and eat quickly.”

“In Spanish, it’s gambas.”

“Yeah!” “Gambas al ajillo!”

“In Japanese, it’s ‘ebi.'”

Baek Woo-jin lowered his head and looked at the shrimp tempura rice bowl.

I couldn’t stand seeing the fried shrimp getting soggy anymore, so I was about to throw it away when it lifted its head.

“And this is a shrimp tempura rice bowl because there are three shrimp.”

“……What?”

“Phh.”

Joo Ji-seung smiled slightly, and Cha Ji-chan seems uninterested.

It seems like a pun referring to Lu Bu from the Three Kingdoms, who had three fathers.

“Why are you talking nonsense when I have shrimp tempura rice in front of me?” “Move aside.”

I pushed Baek Woo-jin aside and picked up a shrimp tempura.

With a crunching sound, the crispy coating revealed the tender flesh inside, and I placed the shrimp, which retained its firm texture, against it.

Was it because the wait was so long?

Every time I chew, is it because of the enchanting sound?

Or is it because of its incredibly chewy texture?

In front of the freshly fried shrimp tempura, I was nothing but a beast. It was nothing more than a beast, completely unaware of restraint, greedily tearing into the shrimp driven by instinct.

“It’s mine!”

Baek Woo-jin is trying to push me away, but a squirrel can’t disturb a bear’s meal.

“Don’t eat it all?” Uh?”

Now that we’ve tasted the fried shrimp, it’s time to enjoy it with freshly cooked rice and sauce.

Lifting the spoon and taking a big scoop, steam rose gently.

The egg, marinated in soy sauce and cooked, melts like gold, dazzlingly bright.

“Huh.”

As soon as I put it in my mouth, the heat rushes in.

The sauce that seeps into each grain of rice is exquisite. The umami and salty flavors of the soy sauce blend perfectly.

It’s a taste that can’t be endured even once.

“Leave me some food too!”

Once again.

“Hey, you pig!”

Once again.

“Stop eating!” “Stop eating!”

Indeed.

This violent combination can be called the hero of the lunchbox world.