Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Jang Doha smiled gently at me.
“It’s okay. I don’t think you feel the same way I do. But I confessed because I wanted to tell you that my attitude towards you is going to change.”
He seemed completely unfazed.
“What?”
“I almost lost you, Yena. When I heard about the accident in America, it felt like my world was falling apart. And I regretted it. I regretted not confessing my feelings sooner and not approaching you more assertively. I wonāt let that happen again. Just stay as you are, Yena. I’ll be the one to make the move. I’ll work to win your heart. Just donāt push me away. Thatās all I ask.”
His soft voice, his deep gaze, his bright smileāeverything seemed to pierce my heart. My heart was about to race, but I tried to remain as calm as possible.
“Iām not going to changeā¦”
“Donāt try to. You donāt need to consider me. As time passes, youāll find yourself drawn to me.”
His confident and calm demeanor suddenly made me suspicious.
“Did you tell your parents about me on purpose?”
He smiled with a twinkle in his eye. “Yes.”
I paused. And then opened my mouth. “What if I kept rejecting you?”
“Itās all right even if you do. I would keep approaching you until you understood my feelings. And I will continue to do so.”
I sighed. I couldnāt think of a way to push away someone who said he didnāt care if he was rejected and would go his own way. Moreover, he had already told his family, so there was no alternative. But I had to warn him.
“It wonāt be easy.”
He smiled brightly as if taking my words as consent.
“Donāt worry about that. By this time next year, weāll be a perfect couple. Letās come back to Hwadamsup then.”
I chuckled. What a positive person.
“Shall we go get something to eat?” I changed the subject, eager to escape the current atmosphere.
He chose a quaint Italian restaurant. From the outside, it didnāt seem like a place known for its food. I eyed the place skeptically and asked,
“Is this the place?”
“The reviews were good. People said it was unexpectedly amazing. The best spaghetti of their life.”
“Iām picky about my food.”
“I know. But since weāre here, letās give it a try.”
The inside of the restaurant was clean, though not luxurious. It had a decent atmosphere. We settled by the window, and soon, an elderly woman who appeared to be the owner came over to take our order. He asked,
“Whatās the best dish here?”
“Our Truffle Aglio Olio and pizza are quite famous.”
“Then weāll have one of each, please.”
The woman left, and I spoke up.
āI start work on Monday.ā
āYes.ā
āWe originally planned to hire my sister-in-law as a consultant for our restaurant business. She was an exceptional cook.ā
āThe Honorary Chairman did mention that. But now, we can’t bring your sister-in-law on board, right?ā
āYesā¦ So, Iām thinking of bringing her mother instead.ā
Jang Dohaās eyes widened in bewilderment. āHer mother?ā
āYes. Sheās a renowned master of royal court cuisine. Her name is Han Yesuk.ā
āAh, I seeā¦ But she lost her daughter only recently. Will she be able to work?ā
āI met her in person and asked. My grandfather also supports her working with us.ā
āAre you planning to incorporate royal court cuisine?ā
āIf we can produce it as frozen meals, itās not without potential. Foreigners are very health-conscious. Currently, frozen kimbap is all the rage in the U.S. Iām considering vegan options.ā
He pondered over the idea for a while. āHmmā¦ If itās vegan, thereās definitely a market for it. Letās give it a shot.ā
Surprisingly, he agreed readily with my idea.
āWhy are you agreeing so easily?ā
āIf we donāt start, we canāt succeed,ā he smiled. The businessman in him was shining through. āDonāt worry about others. Just go for it. After all, itās the Honorary Chairmanās special directive.ā
My grandfatherās special directiveā¦ That meant I could ignore other reporting systems. This was news to me, but I didnāt show it. My eyes darkened. If I hadnāt been careful, I would have made a mistake there.
āYes.ā
At this point, my curiosity about him grew.
āYouāve already succeeded with Meat and must be busy with that. Why did you join MK?ā
He chuckled. āYouāre finally asking. I was always waiting for you to ask.ā
He continued, āI didnāt want to fall into a rut. Meat is already systemized and runs smoothly without me. I like challenges. And, I really admire the Honorary Chairman.ā
Seeing my puzzled expression, he kindly explained.
āWhen someone reaches that level of success, they usually boast about their achievements in a high-handed manner. They never admit any shortcomings. But the Honorary Chairman personally came to meet me. He asked for my help. It was a shock. Iāve met many people, but he was the first to approach me so sincerely. And he accepted my conditions.ā
Chapter 17.1
Jang Doha smiled gently at me.
“It’s okay. I don’t think you feel the same way I do. But I confessed because I wanted to tell you that my attitude towards you is going to change.”
He seemed completely unfazed.
“What?”
“I almost lost you, Yena. When I heard about the accident in America, it felt like my world was falling apart. And I regretted it. I regretted not confessing my feelings sooner and not approaching you more assertively. I wonāt let that happen again. Just stay as you are, Yena. I’ll be the one to make the move. I’ll work to win your heart. Just donāt push me away. Thatās all I ask.”
His soft voice, his deep gaze, his bright smileāeverything seemed to pierce my heart. My heart was about to race, but I tried to remain as calm as possible.
“Iām not going to changeā¦”
“Donāt try to. You donāt need to consider me. As time passes, youāll find yourself drawn to me.”
His confident and calm demeanor suddenly made me suspicious.
“Did you tell your parents about me on purpose?”
He smiled with a twinkle in his eye. “Yes.”
I paused. And then opened my mouth. “What if I kept rejecting you?”
“Itās all right even if you do. I would keep approaching you until you understood my feelings. And I will continue to do so.”
I sighed. I couldnāt think of a way to push away someone who said he didnāt care if he was rejected and would go his own way. Moreover, he had already told his family, so there was no alternative. But I had to warn him.
“It wonāt be easy.”
He smiled brightly as if taking my words as consent.
“Donāt worry about that. By this time next year, weāll be a perfect couple. Letās come back to Hwadamsup then.”
I chuckled. What a positive person.
“Shall we go get something to eat?” I changed the subject, eager to escape the current atmosphere.
He chose a quaint Italian restaurant. From the outside, it didnāt seem like a place known for its food. I eyed the place skeptically and asked,
“Is this the place?”
“The reviews were good. People said it was unexpectedly amazing. The best spaghetti of their life.”
“Iām picky about my food.”
“I know. But since weāre here, letās give it a try.”
The inside of the restaurant was clean, though not luxurious. It had a decent atmosphere. We settled by the window, and soon, an elderly woman who appeared to be the owner came over to take our order. He asked,
“Whatās the best dish here?”
“Our Truffle Aglio Olio and pizza are quite famous.”
“Then weāll have one of each, please.”
The woman left, and I spoke up.
āI start work on Monday.ā
āYes.ā
āWe originally planned to hire my sister-in-law as a consultant for our restaurant business. She was an exceptional cook.ā
āThe Honorary Chairman did mention that. But now, we can’t bring your sister-in-law on board, right?ā
āYesā¦ So, Iām thinking of bringing her mother instead.ā
Jang Dohaās eyes widened in bewilderment. āHer mother?ā
āYes. Sheās a renowned master of royal court cuisine. Her name is Han Yesuk.ā
āAh, I seeā¦ But she lost her daughter only recently. Will she be able to work?ā
āI met her in person and asked. My grandfather also supports her working with us.ā
āAre you planning to incorporate royal court cuisine?ā
āIf we can produce it as frozen meals, itās not without potential. Foreigners are very health-conscious. Currently, frozen kimbap is all the rage in the U.S. Iām considering vegan options.ā
He pondered over the idea for a while. āHmmā¦ If itās vegan, thereās definitely a market for it. Letās give it a shot.ā
Surprisingly, he agreed readily with my idea.
āWhy are you agreeing so easily?ā
āIf we donāt start, we canāt succeed,ā he smiled. The businessman in him was shining through. āDonāt worry about others. Just go for it. After all, itās the Honorary Chairmanās special directive.ā
My grandfatherās special directiveā¦ That meant I could ignore other reporting systems. This was news to me, but I didnāt show it. My eyes darkened. If I hadnāt been careful, I would have made a mistake there.
āYes.ā
At this point, my curiosity about him grew.
āYouāve already succeeded with Meat and must be busy with that. Why did you join MK?ā
He chuckled. āYouāre finally asking. I was always waiting for you to ask.ā
He continued, āI didnāt want to fall into a rut. Meat is already systemized and runs smoothly without me. I like challenges. And, I really admire the Honorary Chairman.ā
Seeing my puzzled expression, he kindly explained.
āWhen someone reaches that level of success, they usually boast about their achievements in a high-handed manner. They never admit any shortcomings. But the Honorary Chairman personally came to meet me. He asked for my help. It was a shock. Iāve met many people, but he was the first to approach me so sincerely. And he accepted my conditions.ā
āConditions?ā I asked curiously.
āWhen I achieve the goal, Iāll leave. That was my condition.ā
āAre you planning to create something new?ā
He gave me a strange smile. āOr I might put down roots at MK. If youāll allow it, Yena.ā
That was a sort of confession. I pretended not to notice and asked again.
āAre you sure itās okay not to go back to Meat?ā
He seemed to understand my intent, smiling broadly and shrugging.
āMy friend is managing Meat well. When a company has two owners, conflicts are inevitable. As long as I receive my performance bonus, I have no regrets.ā
āThat must be a significant bonus?ā
āVery. Meatās annual revenue is substantial. Plus, I own a considerable share of Meat.ā
I had already received a report on his wealth from Chief Jeon. He probably had as much, if not more, than my grandfather. Yet, strangely, he didnāt indulge and flaunt his luxury and instead lived simply.
āWhat do you do with all that money?ā
Does he just accumulate it? I wondered.
āI donate it.ā
I was shocked.
āWhat?ā
āI donate. To childrenās hospitals or places that need money. I also run a charity organization.ā
I couldnāt believe it. Isnāt it true that the more money you have, the better? Thatās how everyone lives. People would sell out their own parents and children, even betray their friends, all for the sake of money.
āAll of itā¦?ā
āI keep enough to live on and donate almost all of it. I donāt need that much money. And Iām still earning. The Honorary Chairman gives me a generous salary.ā
He didnāt seem like he belonged in this world. By the standards of MK, the world I grew up in, his decision was difficult to understand.
āDonāt you think itās a waste?ā
He looked at me as if I were the strange one.
āWhy would it be a waste? Itās only natural to donate. Iām not living in this world alone.ā
It felt like Iād been hit on the head with a hammer. I saw him in a new light.
āAre you falling for me right now?ā
Flustered by his sudden comment, I stuttered.
āWh-what nonsenseā¦ā
He rested his chin on his hand and smiled gently.
āI hope so. From now on, youāll see that Iām a pretty decent guy. Take your time getting to know me.ā
His confidence and easygoing nature disoriented me. I looked away, but my heart was already racing. It wasn’t because I was falling for him, but because meeting someone with such different values was a shockāa refreshing shock.
The food arrived. Grateful for the distraction, I took the first bite and nodded in approval.
āThis is good. The truffles are top quality, and the salt isnāt just ordinary salt. You use good ingredients.ā
āYou can tell by eating?ā
āI have a sensitive palate. I got used to my sister-in-lawās cooking.ā
āYour sister-in-law must have been a great cook.ā
āShe was.ā
I kept my answers about myself brief, focusing instead on emphasizing my refined taste. The pizza seemed too exquisite for such a secluded spot, with the cheese being particularly exceptional.
āCan you tell the ingredients just by eating this too?ā
āItās difficult to achieve this texture with flour from our country, but theyāve done it exceptionally well. The dough is superb, and itās well-fermented. Did they make the cheese themselves as well?ā
He looked astonished at my observations.
āYou really are a genius with food.ā
āItās nothing like that.ā
āNo, really. Iāve never met anyone like you. I have a sensitive palate, too, but youāre on another level.ā
I felt embarrassed by his praise. When we finished eating and were paying the bill, he asked the woman behind the counter.
āDo you make the cheese for the pizza yourself?ā
The woman was surprised.
āHow did you know? People usually just say itās tasty, but they rarely know we make it ourselves.ā
He glanced at me. Feeling a bit self-conscious, I quickly acknowledged that the food was delicious and headed outside first. Leaning against the wall, I took in the sky.
The sky had always been there, a familiar backdrop to my life. But today, it seemed somehow differentāclearer, bluer, brimming with hope. It had been a while since I had really looked up and noticed.
After a while, Doha joined me outside. He stood beside me silently.
āYou were right, Yena.ā
āYou doubted me?ā
“A little. Youāre the first person Iāve met with such a sensitive palate. You have a special talent.ā
I had never considered it special. If anything, I had resented it for confining me to the kitchen for ten years. But his praise and respect, even the thumbs-up he gave me, made me inexplicably happy.
On the way back to Seoul, the road was congested, but it didnāt feel boring to be stuck in the traffic. He was a great conversationalist. I didnāt need to say much; I discovered he was quite talkative in a way that put others at ease.