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Tired Of Living As An Omega

Chapter 22

 

Compared to my original body, Seong Chan-young’s body was naturally healthier, but his young forearms and calves were soft because he neglected to exercise. In the meantime, it was useful to be strong.

 

I’m a man who needs to farm. As farming requires a lot of physical strength, I couldn’t neglect my physical care.

 

‘Noona told me before that kids who are born with omega traits are so delicate that they don’t get muscles…….’

 

Seong Chan-young was tall enough to deceive traits with beta and had quite a few remaining muscles. Maybe it’s because it’s a mutation. Although I don’t know why this is possible, I think there will be an exception like this.

 

As a result of hard hiking in the mountain behind, my arms and legs became stronger and I liked them. I made fried eggs, the highlight of bibimbap, with a simple wish that I could gain a little more muscle here.

 

“Ta-da! It’s done!”

 

On the bracken I dug up, the bean sprouts grown by the local grandmother who went out to the town, spinach, young radish kimchi, and vegetables, mixed with red pepper paste, the excellent vegetable bibimbap was completed.

 

“If I put meat on top~ it’s delicious~ with a double stomach.”

 

Humming, the beef bought at the butcher’s shop was generously grilled and put in a bucket. And when I mixed it with a spoon without hesitation, the yolk of the soft-boiled egg flowed down and burst, which was excellent.

 

Once I add the sesame oil, which has a savory smell, the dish is complete.

 

“Wow, it looks delicious.”

 

They were a little too much to eat alone, so I put the amount of food I’ll eat tomorrow in the lock and lock and put it in the refrigerator. In the refrigerator, the side dishes that I even wrote my name on were neatly arranged.

 

‘All right. I won’t have to worry about tomorrow morning.’

 

I was relieved to take out the radish kimchi, cut it into small pieces, and put a spoonful of bibimbap on top of it.

 

“Wow, I was the one who made it, but it’s really good.”

 

It was a taste of admiration. Fresh picked vegetables were savory, meat was cooked properly, and red pepper paste was not too spicy.

 

‘More than anything, adding this half-cooked egg was the best decision.’

 

Yum. It was a taste that made me crave it. I naturally gulped down a can of cold beer that was poured next to me; there was no better heaven than this.

 

“Oh man! This is to die for.”

 

Working hard and eating home cooked food was the sweetest thing. I quickly ate the

omul omul yum yum



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