We decided not to cross the line (Season 2)

Episode 52. Cooking King Hoonji

Hoonji said he would cook, but

I couldn’t quite believe it.




Just in case he really couldn’t do anything, it would be a problem.




So, in preparation for any possible situation,

the day before I ordered ingredients for the easiest pasta

in advance.





I went to a cafe to work,

then planned to close up and go to Hoonji’s place.





I thought, what if she came looking for me again today, but

luckily, with nothing happening,

the peaceful day passed.





After Jiseong got off work,

I was hurriedly wrapping things up.





Then, at that moment,

the phone rang.





It was Hoonji.





As soon as I answered,

his frantic voice came through.





"Jung-a, it's a disaster!"






"Why? Hoonji.

What happened?"





"There's smoke coming out of the pot right now,

and it's total chaos.

What do I do?"






"Smoke?"





I was momentarily flustered, but

I said right away.






"First, turn off the induction.

And put on gloves, lift the pot,

and move it into the sink.

Before that, you need to have the water running

before moving it.

Otherwise, it’ll smoke up a lot again."





What on earth had he been doing?






I calmed him down, who was all over the place,

and quickly cleaned up the cafe.





Then I gathered the ingredients I’d ordered yesterday

and headed to his place.





When I went inside,

the kitchen was a complete mess.





"Hoonji. What kind of cooking were you trying to do

that you made such a





mess?"

"You like pasta, Jung-a.





So I was going to make pasta..."





He pointed at the floor with an awkward look.





"While boiling the noodles, they all stuck to the floor and burned."

On the wall in front of the induction





there were a few strands of pasta

stuck there.

"Ah... but you started preparing so much earlier





than the time I said I’d come?

Then the noodles would all get soggy..."






"I can guarantee the taste, but





it takes a while."

"Ah... you can guarantee the taste?"





I repeated his words,

looking at him suspiciously.






"I see.

Then is it okay if I help a little from the side?"

"I can do it by myself, but





you’d probably get bored too, Jung-a,

so just help out as my assistant."

"Okay.






First, we have to boil the noodles again,

so wash the dishes for me."

We started over





or maybe from below zero,

from scratch again.





'Was I invited...





or am I the one doing this...?'





"Hoonji."





"Yes?"

"Can you open this sauce jar lid for me?"





"I should be the one doing things like that.





Give it here!!"

"Ah!!!!!"





When he opened the sauce jar,





the sauce splattered everywhere.

"My clothes...."





Hoonji froze on the spot





and couldn’t say anything.

"What should I do... I guess I should wear my clothes."





He shuffled into the room,

and brought out a T-shirt.






'Right... let’s endure it...

For the sake of being invited, let’s endure it. Endure it.'





Steeling my nerves like that,





I kept cooking.

But then the doorbell rang.





Hoonji and I, at the same time,

looked at each other’s faces.





I was the one nearest the wall pad,

so I stepped up first and checked the screen.





"Someone’s here. What do we do?

He looks like a man..."

"Who is it?





No one’s supposed to come...

Could it be the manager?"





Hoonji came up beside me






and stared at the screen.

"Gasp.... It’s hyung."





"Hyung?





Hoonji’s older brother?"

"Yes."

"Ah... what do I do..





I’m wearing clothes too, and I’m wearing Hoonji’s T-shirt..."",""Nice to meet you."