22 Reading books gives you more experience! 22

Lee Jong-seok bought various kinds of glass noodles at the supermarket and boiled them little by little to taste them.

By company, thickness of glass noodles, and ingredients that you make are all different.

And Lee Jong-seok knew that there were potato noodles and sweet potato noodles.

I searched for the noodles and found that they were made by mixing starch, sweet potato starch, and potato starch, but the noodles, which were named potato or sweet potato, probably had different contents.

Lee Jong-seok chose glass noodles after cooking them several times.

'Let's have sweet potato noodles.'

Lee Jong-seok, who made the choice, made tteokbokki and added glass noodles. Then, Lee Jong-seok tasted tteokbokki and glass noodles mixed well.

'The chewiness is alive and the sauce is well permeated. All right.'

Lee Jong-seok, smiling at what suits his taste, picked up the tteokbokki and came down.

In the snack bar, some of the children and a person who looked like parents sat down and ate tteokbokki and fish cakes.

"It's delicious here."

"I told you it was delicious.”

Perhaps parents followed their children because they wanted to eat tteokbokki.

Lee Jong-seok, who was watching them, slipped out his own glass noodles tteokbokki.

"Hey, I made a new menu this time. Would you like to try it?"

"New menu?"

"It's dangmyeon tteokbokki.”

While watching tteokbokki, the uncle took a bite and put it in his mouth and his eyes grew bigger.

"The noodles are really delicious.”

"I know."

"Me too! I want some!"

Watching the couple and their children eat the glass noodles tteokbokki one at a time, Lee Jong-seok extended the bowl to his mom and dad.

"Mom and Dad."

At Lee Jong-seok's words, his mom and dad tried the noodles and nodded.

"Delicious."

"That... um...."

said Dad, who tilted his head for a moment as if he remembered something.

"It tastes similar to the noodles in stir-fried spicy pork and tastes better."

"I can't eat more of that."

Lee Jong-seok put the tteokbokki in the bowl on the table in the back of the child's words.

"Eat a lot."

"Thank you."

Lee Jong-seok, who nodded at the child's words, went upstairs and brought sweet potato noodles.

"Let's have noodles and tteokbokki from today."

"What's the price?”

"Why don't we just sell the cup roughly and get 1,000 won more for one serving of glass noodles?”

"Three thousand won a day?"

Lee Jong-seok said, looking at his mother thinking it would be expensive for elementary school students.

"I'll eat if I want to. Or just eat tteokbokki."

Then Lee Jong-seok said, dipping the glass noodles in water.

"I'll dip it in cold water, and when the order comes in, I'll cook it and serve it..."

Lee Jong-seok explained the recipe and said,

"The noodles eat a lot of sauce, so you just have to be careful about that."

Of course there is more to note. Changes in the taste of glass noodles as they absorb the sauce... However, only Lee Jong-seok can make up for the change.

So the change was forced to be tackled by the addition of the sauce and water.

Lee Jong-seok can't do it every time he adds glass noodles.

'It's probably better than what I just made, but I can't help it.’

As long as he couldn't do it himself, he had no choice but to reach a compromise.

And since the Tteokbokki business has been successful with his own sauce, I had no choice but to hope that it will go well again this time.

There must have been a change in the taste of tteokbokki as the sauce boiled down.

"But where did my son study cooking?"

"I read a book."

Lee Jong-seok, who gave a simple answer, looked at his mother.

"Can I paint on the wall?"

"Paint? Why paint on the wall?"

"Because I have something to draw."

"If you want to draw, draw on paper."

At her mother's words, Lee Jong-seok took the paper out of his pocket and put it

"I'm going to draw this."

A frame was drawn on the paper presented by Lee Jong-seok. Small and large frames are drawn on the walls of the snack bar...

"Did Jong-seok paint this?”

Lee Jong-seok nodded at her mother.

"If you draw well, you'll be a feature of my house."

"I didn't even know my son was a good painter."

Lee Jong-seok laughed at her mother.

'It's not my skill, it's my artist's experience.’

Lee Jong-seok also thought about the characteristics of a snack bar while thinking about the characteristics of tteokbokki yesterday.

He thought it would be better to create a unique characteristic of Lee Jong-seok's restaurant, not just tteokbokki.

I was going to paint not only his house but also his surrounding houses as long as I could.

He thought it would be nice to make a street feature, not just his house.

The distinctive streets attract people. And when I searched, there was a place called Donghwa Village.

People come to see the fairy tale scenes on the walls of the village...

So I got 2,000 points of experience in painting.

So what I got was an experience of 2.000 in painting and coloring and drawing.

Coloring taught me what colors to paint, and the drawing showed me something like a sketch of what he was trying to paint on the drawing paper.

When Lee Jong-seok, who came up to the second floor house, bought glass noodles in the morning, he brought the paint, excitement, and brushes he bought with him and came out.

Lee Jong-seok, who was looking at a snack bar for a while, stroked his chin.

'I can't draw it in the morning.'

I bought some oil paints because it shouldn't be erased by water. And if you want to use oil paint, you have to mix it with Shinna, but you can't smell oil in the food business.

Lee Jong-seok, who was thinking for a while, looked in front of the snack bar. There was an elementary school wall.

'Can I draw on the wall of the school?'

Lee Jong-seok shook his head, thinking it would be good to draw on the wall of the school.

I don't know much about the law, but I thought I'd get caught if I drew it on the wall of school

'Then......'

Sweep!

Turning his head, Lee Jong-seok looked next door. Next to Lee Jong-seok's house was a stationery store.

Lee Jong-seok, who was looking at the stationery store where he met his father and was close to his father, went into it.

"Hello."

"It's Jong-seok."

said Lee Jong-seok, who bowed his head to the man pretending to know.

"Well, I'm trying to draw a picture here on the wall.”

"Paint? Why paint on our walls?"

Lee Jong-seok said, looking at the man looking at him as if he was wondering what he meant.

"I thought it'd be nice to have a local feature."

"Then you draw on your wall. Why my house?"

"I'm going to draw it at my house. It's a restaurant, so I'm going to draw it in the evening. And if you don't like the painting, I'll erase it all."

Lee Jong-seok's words made him think for a moment when his uncle saw the paint can in his hand.

"If you don't like it, you'll wipe it clean, right?"”

"Of course. I'll just paint you a new one."

The uncle nodded at Lee Jong-seok's remark.

"Then do it."

There was nothing to lose from my uncle's point of view. If you don't like it, you can think of painting the exterior wall of the store again.

"Oh! By the way, I heard you topped the whole school."

"You heard."

"Whoa! There must be no one in the neighborhood who doesn't know how proud your brother is. Congratulations anyway."

Lee Jong-seok, who smiled at his uncle, said.

"Do you have a favorite painting?"

"Hmm... you know those heroes coming out as a group.”

With the horse, the uncle lifted up the crayon on one side.

"Urbanjus?"

"Because you're dealing with kids. You'd love that picture."

"Okay."

"But can you draw it?”

"If you don't like it, I'll paint it again."

"Then do it."

Lee Jong-seok, who bowed his head to the uncle's words, came out and looked at the stationery store.

The stationery store was also like a snack bar, and the first floor was a stationery store and the second floor was a family house.

'You can only draw on both sides of the wall and the top.’

Lee Jong-seok, who was looking at the stationery store for a while, took out his cell phone and looked at the pictures of the Urban Heroes.

Then he opened the paint can. I brought only two colors, white and black.

I wanted to buy colors, but there was a price, so I bought only two colors.

'I don't know if it'll turn black or white.’

If you give it black and white light, it will have some shape.

Lee Jong-seok, who had thought about it for a while, looked at the stationery store and brought two pots that he couldn't use at home.

Then he mixed paint and Shinna in the pot and looked at the wall and began to see the outline of the steel man in Lee Jong-seok's eyes.

'Experience in drawing...'

Lee Jong-seok, who was looking at the outline of the steel man, took a broom and cloth and began cleaning the wall to paint.

Lee Jong-seok, who had wiped away dust and dirt, began to move his brush while looking at the wall.

Sweep! Sweep!

Following Lee Jong-seok's brush strokes, the outline of the steel man began to appear on the wall.