A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 428

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Original Intent Episode 428

Thinking I might have misheard, I blinked a few times, and Ryu Jaehee repeated his words again.

“The dumpling wrapper tteokbokki that hyung made during the live broadcast.”

“Why…?”

Why do you suddenly want to eat that? I don’t even have the Cooking King Dae Jang Geum item right now.

If I made tteokbokki now without item doping, it wouldn’t be that good-looking tteokbokki I showed on the OA live broadcast, but waste on the level of konjac tteokbokki that made Gyeon Hajun take digestive medicine after one bite.

Feeding that to a sick kid was something even I thought was unthinkable.

“You told me to say what I wanted to eat, so I said it, but if you’re asking why…”

“No, youngest. There must be other menu items you want to eat. Think carefully.”

Why that of all the many foods out there?

If he had said he wanted chicken, pizza, or jjajangmyeon, I would have gone to war with Seo Yehyeon and somehow gotten it delivered, and if he wanted out-of-season fruit, I would have ransacked marts and department store food sections to bring it.

Those things, even if the process was difficult, were at least in the realm of possibility.

But right now, the youngest’s words were equivalent to asking me to bring the legendary udumbara flower.

It’s in the realm of impossibility. I don’t have that item right now.

“That’s the only thing I can think of right now. That’s the only thing I want to eat too.”

There are things in this world that are impossible no matter how earnestly you wish for them, youngest. Unfortunately, today seems to be the day you need to taste life’s bitterness.

“The taste that I could only have one spoonful of broth because Yehyeon hyung was glaring with axe eyes keeps lingering in my head.”

While I was clicking my tongue inwardly, Ryu Jaehee continued muttering in a completely drained voice.

“It seemed similar to the taste of tteokbokki that mom used to make… Just, after things turned out that way and I cut ties, such things suddenly come to mind sometimes and pierce my heart…”

At Ryu Jaehee’s voice that seemed to carry moisture, I urgently called the system in my mind.

System! What are you doing? Are you sleeping?

Hurry up and give me that Cooking King Dae Jang Geum or Cooking God Dae Jang Geum item!

If you don’t give me an item after hearing this, you’re really heartless.

While threatening the system, I was forgetting the most important fact.

The fact that the system is literally a heartless, intangible something.

Thanks to that, my threats didn’t work on the system at all, and I had to crack open the pile of random tickets again.

‘Wow, it’s not giving me this.’

Even after cracking ten random tickets, no Dae Jang Geum item came out.

If you’re not going to give me that, at least give me a panacea, damn system.

Is this the system’s big picture telling me not to rely too much on items for life’s crises? But why does it have to show me this big picture when the youngest is sick?

Should I just substitute it with commercial tteokbokki from a nearby snack bar? But would Ryu Jaehee really not be able to distinguish between mass-produced taste and handmade taste?

Perhaps seeing all my worry and bewilderment, Ryu Jaehee, who had pulled his blanket up to his neck, shook his head.

“I was so focused on tteokbokki that I forgot hyung’s cooking conditions are demanding. If it’s hard for you, hyung, you don’t have to make it. I guess I made an unreasonable request.”

Even while saying that, I could see regret and lingering attachment in Ryu Jaehee’s eyes, so I couldn’t bring myself to nod.

“Hey, wouldn’t hyung be able to do at least that much for you?”

I shouted boldly for now.

Right, maybe items are just devices that maximize my inherent talent. Maybe I actually have tremendous cooking talent inherent in me.

[No, you don’t!]

System, what do you know?

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“Doby, go call the youngest.”

Kim Dobin, who had been watching my cooking show of madness next to me, asked with a very reluctant face at my instruction.

“Are you perhaps trying to poison the youngest because a weak guy who gets body aches before a comeback isn’t needed in this group…?”

“Still, didn’t it turn out better than konjac tteokbokki…?”

“No, why is the standard regressing back to konjac tteokbokki again? How long has it been since you showed god-like cooking skills on the live broadcast? Wait, god-like? ‘Ghost’-like…?”

Right, damn it. I was possessed by the Dae Jang Geum ghost. What are you going to do about it?

The system was one that only spoke the truth. Like hell I have inherent cooking talent. This really was my best effort.

“The youngest said he wanted to eat my tteokbokki, so tell him to at least taste it. Since he needs to take medicine, it’s better to eat something.”

“It would be the tteokbokki you succeeded with on the live broadcast. He definitely didn’t mean he wanted to eat this kind of tteokbokki.”

“Shut it, man. Stop talking back and hurry up and bring the youngest.”

Kim Dobin trudged up the multilevel stairs to Ryu Jaehee’s room with a face wondering if this was right, disappearing from view.

“Ryu Jae, does it smell burnt by any chance?”

Kim Dobin, that bastard… When I glared at him, Kim Dobin flinched and avoided my eyes.

Ryu Jaehee, who sniffed a couple times, shook his head.

“Burnt smell? I don’t smell any.”

“That’s because your nose is stuffed right now.”

“Shut up, you brat. If the youngest says there’s no smell, then there’s no smell.”

I scolded Kim Dobin while placing the bowl containing tteokbokki completed without the power of items in front of Ryu Jaehee, who was sitting at the dining table.

Ryu Jaehee, who was poking at the tteokbokki with chopsticks, took a careful bite with a very suspicious expression. Ryu Jaehee’s expression, who was chewing, changed moment by moment.

“It’s a bit awkward to be picky about food when I’m receiving it, but it tastes different from that time…”

“It’s because time was tight, time. You know how much Yehyeon hyung here nagged me to finish it so you could eat it before 8 PM. He didn’t even consider the time to buy ingredients. This is all thanks to Yehyeon hyung, so resent that hyung, not me.”

Fortunately, Seo Yehyeon became a very good excuse for ruining today’s cooking.

Of course, Seo Yehyeon didn’t intend it, but he completely helped me out.

“As expected, hyung must have received divine inspiration briefly at that time.”

“What, man. It’s like this because one of the two conditions wasn’t met. What divine inspiration?”

While Kim Dobin and I were having a heated argument, Ryu Jaehee, who had quietly put down his chopsticks, spoke up.

“If it tasted the same, I would have kept thinking of mom’s tteokbokki, but thanks to this tteokbokki, I think hyung’s tteokbokki will come to mind first when I’m sick.”

Should I be pleased about this, or what should I do?

“Of course, that doesn’t necessarily mean I want to eat it… I just mean it would come to mind.”

Perhaps afraid that I might feed him this kind of tteokbokki again, Ryu Jaehee hastily added.

Isn’t this supposed to be a touching situation? Why did it turn out like this? This is all because of the system that didn’t give me items.

What exactly does it see me as? I fully realized that wasn’t a positive comment either, you know?

And I’m also a person with a conscience, Jaehee. Did you see hyung as trash who would force gratitude while feeding you this kind of tteokbokki?

“Thanks to this, I feel less sad. The beautified memories were well painted over with this last memory too.”

“You’re talking about family, right? Not about tteokbokki, right?”

Even when I persistently asked, Ryu Jaehee only smiled and didn’t give me an answer.

“You didn’t eat much tteokbokki. Should I make you some egg porridge?”

“I’ll eat that for now. I need to get my fever down quickly and get my condition back to practice.”

Ryu Jaehee barely finished half a bowl of the egg porridge that Gyeon Hajun made, took fever reducer, and went into his room.

“Wow, how do we wash all these dishes?”

“That’s why I told you to use pots and spoons in moderation.”

“Jun, if you had told me just 5 seconds earlier, I would have used three fewer spoons.”

After cleaning up all the traces of my struggle and catching my breath in my room, time had already passed evening and entered night.

‘Since he took fever reducer and time has passed, has his fever gone down a bit? Since I thought of it, should I go check on the youngest’s condition?’

I headed to the bathroom to get a wet towel in case Ryu Jaehee’s fever hadn’t gone down.

My eyes met directly through the mirror with Seo Yehyeon, who was already wetting a towel.

“Hyung, you know you have to wring that towel tightly, right?”

“I know that now. What do you take me for?”

Seo Yehyeon grumbled while wringing the wet towel tightly. I clearly remember this person saying he would put the towel on without even wringing the water out.

When I coached him to wring it with more force, Seo Yehyeon insisted he had wrung it enough.

When I snatched the wet towel from Seo Yehyeon’s hand and wrung it tightly, water flowed down.

“Look, enough water for a whole basin would come out.”

“Yeah, good for you being strong.”

Seo Yehyeon grumbled and took back the now fluffy wet towel.

When we carefully opened the door to Ryu Jaehee’s room, the first thing that caught my eye was Kim Dobin lying on the floor with a blanket, wearing a mask.

Next was the wet towel placed on Ryu Jaehee’s forehead, whose face was slightly flushed with heat.

Seeing that the wet towel was neatly folded in the proper state without absorbing too much water, it definitely wasn’t Kim Dobin’s work.

I knew very well from our dormitory life both before and after regression that Kim Dobin wasn’t such a meticulous guy.

And Seo Yehyeon and I had just thought of the wet towel and arrived at Ryu Jaehee’s room carrying one wet towel.

Then the only one left was Gyeon Hajun.

As expected, he was the most meticulous guy.

Worried we might wake the sleeping Ryu Jaehee, Seo Yehyeon and I left the wet towel we brought beside him and carefully closed the room door, then moved to the first floor while minimizing our footsteps as much as possible.

“It’s not like we were just one step late, we were the latest.”

Seo Yehyeon, perhaps feeling embarrassed, scratched his cheek and muttered while glancing up at the loft.

Before Seo Yehyeon entered his own room, I tapped him. I grinned at Seo Yehyeon who turned to look at me and asked.

“Hyung, even after this, are we still a group that gathered for business?”

Words that Seo Yehyeon had said once before. Words that had given me a fresh shock.

When I returned those exact words to him, Seo Yehyeon, who had been blinking slowly, finally seemed to remember those words and gaped his mouth open.

“You still haven’t forgotten those words and have been keeping them? Seriously, what a petty guy.”

Not satisfied with just shaking his head, Seo Yehyeon even clicked his tongue as if wanting to express how pathetic he found it, so I gritted my teeth and growled at him.

“Who’s the petty guy, who.”

Ugh, I couldn’t even burst out in anger as I pleased because I might wake up the Youngest Line. My clenched teeth automatically ground together with a grinding sound.

Seo Yehyeon pointed at me with his finger as if to tease me, shrugged his shoulders, and quickly slipped into his room lest I catch him.

Seriously, this family-like team that doesn’t give me a chance for a heartwarming moment until the very end.

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