Goblin Library - Chapter 127

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Chapter 127.

“The blood sausage soup rice looked so fun and delicious. But is the host really that small in stature? Everyone at the surrounding tables on the broadcast seems to comment on how petite she is.”
“Even though only her upper body shows when she’s eating, you can tell from that alone how incredibly small her frame is.”
“But she eats so much. Is she perhaps spitting it out?”
“No way! The broadcasts with spitting-out controversies usually air from offices or studios, but the host does hers in actual restaurants. She’s filming in front of multiple people at the shop—there’s no way she’s spitting it out.”
“Couldn’t she spit it out after leaving the restaurant?”
“Even so, eating that much in one sitting is still impressive. It means that much food is actually going inside her.”

Yu Tae-poong, watching the broadcast, let out a bitter laugh at the spitting-out controversy that had suddenly erupted in the final blood sausage soup rice episode.
“She’s not even famous yet, and already these suspicions are attaching themselves to her.”
At Yu Tae-poong’s words, Pot Goblin looked up from her phone where she’d been watching Oh Mi-hee’s broadcast.
“With a frame like that, eating this much food is certainly suspicious.”
Dung Carrier Goblin nodded in agreement.
“According to what the book says, she weighs just over 40 kilograms, yet she eats like a sumo wrestler… I wouldn’t believe it either.”
“There are quite a few mukbang creators these days who eat like that.”
At Yu Tae-poong’s words, Pot Goblin laughed.
“Out of 50 million people, if there are about 20, that’s not really many.”
“20 people?”
“That’s about how many mukbang YouTubers I watch.”
Pot Goblin spoke while looking at her phone.
“Those creatures really do eat like cattle.”
“Like cattle?”
“Geez! You don’t know that expression? You can raise cattle, but you can’t raise a mukbang creator.”
“So it means eating as much as cattle.”
“Exactly. They really do eat a lot. One girl who does drinking broadcasts has a normal build, but she eats pork belly with soju, and at the end she even eats ramen on the same plate and then mixes rice into it.”
Pot Goblin spoke while watching her phone.
“But this broadcast is really good. Most mukbang creators just show themselves eating a lot deliciously, but Oh Mi-hee not only eats a lot of food—she also explains how to eat it more deliciously.”
“That’s right. Plus, she brings ingredients that pair well with the food and eats them together while teaching people how to eat healthily.”
At Yu Tae-poong’s words, Dung Carrier Goblin let out a snort of laughter.
“For something supposedly healthy eating, she eats way too much. No matter how good something is for your body, if a regular person eats like this… healthy? You’d just die.”
“That’s true.”
Yu Tae-poong, agreeing with Dung Carrier Goblin’s words, turned his attention back to the broadcast and spoke.
“By the way, it’s interesting how the dipping sauce for blood sausage differs by region.”
Pot Goblin nodded.
“Vinegar-chili paste, ssamjang, salt, salted shrimp, and soy sauce—those are the five main ones.”
“I’d never heard of soy sauce as a dipping sauce until here.”
Vinegar-chili paste, ssamjang, salt, and salted shrimp were already fairly well-known as dipping sauces for blood sausage.
When watching sitcoms or variety shows, people from different regions often react with bewilderment and argue over these condiments. Something like this.

“Who dips blood sausage in ssamjang? It’s salt.”
“Salt? What are you talking about? It’s shrimp paste.”
“Shrimp paste, sure, but to eat it properly, you need gochujang.”
“What are you saying? Pork goes with ssamjang, so blood sausage goes with ssamjang too.”

But I’d never heard of soy sauce. And Yu Tae-poong was in the gochujang and shrimp paste camp.
“Jeju Island dips it in soy sauce… but since it’s Jeju Island, it’s not widely known.”
Pot Goblin continued with a smile.
“People don’t go all the way to Jeju Island to eat blood sausage. Why would you eat it there when you can easily get it on the mainland?”
“That makes sense.”
“And these days, a lot of places in Gyeongsang Province give both gochujang and salt when you order blood sausage. I’d say now people just eat it however they prefer.”
Yu Tae-poong nodded. In truth, it was only in the old days or in other regions that people found different condiments strange—nowadays, with so much food content on TV, people would eat it however they liked.
Just like how you could eat blood sausage with gochujang in Gyeongsang Province or dip it in ssamjang in Jeolla Province.
“Want to go watch a mukbang?”
At Yu Tae-poong’s words, Dung Carrier Goblin nodded.
“Sure. He’s always hunting down hidden gem restaurants, so let’s benefit from that.”
Then Dung Carrier Goblin pulled out his phone and called Gluttony Goblin.
“It’s me, Dung Carrier Goblin.”
[What’s up?]
“Nothing special. Where’s Oh Mi-hee going for dinner tonight? We’re thinking of going there too.”
[I don’t mind, but you’re not going to interfere, right?]
“I’m not interfering.”
[Are you saying Yu Tae-poong might?]
“Yu Tae-poong seems pretty interested in Oh Mi-hee.”
“Hyung.”
Yu Tae-poong called out in surprise, and Dung Carrier Goblin chuckled softly.
[Well, Oh Mi-hee is pretty, I’ll give you that. Alright. Tonight Oh Mi-hee’s going to the Fist-Grilled Meat Restaurant in Mapo.]
“Fist-grilled meat… so charcoal, right?”
[Fist-grilled meat is always charcoal. I’ll text you the exact location. Looks like she’s going around 6.]
“Okay. Then we’ll meet there… oh, you should eat with us too.”
[I’ll do that.]
After ending the call, Dung Carrier Goblin looked at Yu Tae-poong.
“Plans are set.”
Yu Tae-poong nodded, then suddenly looked at the book.
“I wanted to ask Lee Yun-jeong something—is it okay if I talk to her?”
“Go ahead.”
Pot Goblin opened the book. What appeared was a page completely blank, with no text at all.
“So Yu Tae-poong has something to ask.”
Ssssswick!
Words appeared in the blank space.
「What is it?」
Yu Tae-poong placed his hand on the book and spoke.
“You’re not drawing a portrait this time?”
Earlier, Lee Yun-jeong’s portrait had appeared, but now only text was showing, which puzzled him.
「Drawings consume far more views than text.」
“Ah… I suppose that makes sense.”
Yu Tae-poong nodded in understanding. After all, drawings would require far more lines compared to simple text.
「What would you like to know?」
“Nothing in particular—I was just wondering if there’s something good to eat alongside grilled pork. Do you have any recommendations?”
Lee Yun-jeong, who had been silent for a moment at Yu Tae-poong’s question, began writing.
「If you’re grilling pork, I would recommend seasoned vegetables.」
“Seasoned vegetables? What kind?”
「Most varieties of seasoned vegetables would work well.」
“Really?”
「Once stir-fried in pork fat, any seasoned vegetable becomes delicious.」
“That’s certainly true.”
「If I had to choose a few specifically, I would select bracken and spinach.」
“Bracken and spinach?”
「Bracken has a chewy texture similar to meat with its own distinctive flavor, while spinach offers umami. Both are excellent vegetables for grilling.」
“So I just grill the bracken and spinach as they are?”
「If you grill bracken raw, it becomes rough and stiff, making it unpleasant to eat. You should prepare it like this before grilling. As for spinach, simply wash it, remove only the heads, and grill them. However, since bracken is delicate, grill it gently while pressing lightly.」
“I see.”
「And brushing them generously with pork fat will make them even more delicious.」
“Is there anything else you’d recommend?”
「I’m not sure what you dip your meat in, but I enjoyed dipping it in soy sauce. Or you could dip it in soy sauce while eating and place it back on the grill—that’s also excellent.」
“Thank you.”
「Ah… and bellflower root is also delicious.」
“Bellflower root?”
At Yu Tae-poong’s question, Pot Goblin placed her finger on the book and spoke.
“Pork and bellflower root don’t pair well together—they’re ingredients we don’t use together. Why are you recommending bellflower root?”
At Pot Goblin’s words, Yu Tae-poong looked at her with confusion.
“Bellflower root and pork don’t pair well?”
“Pork interferes with the absorption of beneficial compounds in bellflower root. That’s why the women who used pots never used pork and bellflower root together.”
Soon, words responding to Pot Goblin’s statement appeared in the book.
「Bellflower root and pork certainly don’t pair well. However, eating them together simply means you absorb fewer beneficial compounds—there’s nothing harmful about it.」
“Really?”
「Eating them separately would be better for your health, but eating them together is still beneficial. It’s better to eat them this way than not at all. Besides, it tastes better this way.」
“So the flavor is good enough to outweigh the poor pairing?”
「When you lightly grill balloon flower root and eat it with pork, the crisp texture combined with its slightly bitter taste and aroma really stimulates the appetite. If you grill it alongside other vegetables and try it together, you’ll discover a completely different flavor. I’ve eaten it that way many times myself.」
After finishing her explanation, Lee Yun-jeong wrote a parting message a moment later.
「If there’s nothing else you’d like to know, I shall take my leave.」
And the book closed on its own.
At that, Yu Tae-poong thought for a moment before standing and speaking.
“I’ll go buy the ingredients Lee Yun-jeong recommended.”
“Where are you going to buy them?”
“There’s a convenience store right up ahead.”
At Yu Tae-poong’s words, Dung Carrier Goblin also got to his feet.
“Let’s go together.”
“Then I’m coming too.”
At Pot Goblin’s words, Dung Carrier Goblin looked at her.
“You’re coming too?”
“Do you two even know how to pick out ingredients?”
“You… would know, wouldn’t you.”
“Of course. They’re things that have been inside my body.”
Though the phrasing sounded a bit odd, Pot Goblin’s essence was that of a pot, so she had considerable experience holding and containing most Korean ingredients that existed.
“Let’s go.”
Pot Goblin stood and led the way, with Yu Tae-poong and Dung Carrier Goblin following behind her.

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I headed toward the Fist-Grilled Meat Restaurant where I’d arranged to meet the Gluttony Goblin, and he waved his hand from the entrance.
“Over here.”
Yu Tae-poong and his group spotted him and made their way over.
“You arrived early.”
“The protagonist came early. I just followed along.”
“Weren’t we supposed to meet at 6?”
Yu Tae-poong checked the time on his phone. There were still twenty minutes before 6 o’clock.
“It’s not like I made a promise with anyone—I’m just eating alone, so the time can change.”
“That’s true. So Oh Mi-hee is inside?”
“She’s inside ordering now.”
The Gluttony Goblin, who had answered Yu Tae-poong’s question, turned to look at the Pot Goblin.
“It’s been a while.”
“Yeah, it really has.”
As the two greeted each other warmly, Yu Tae-poong asked the Dung Carrier Goblin.
“You two seem quite close.”
“It’s the Pot and the Gluttony. When their fundamental natures are connected or similar, they naturally become intimate.”
“Ah! A pot and gluttony—that definitely makes sense for them to be close.”
While the two conversed, the Gluttony Goblin turned his body.
“Let’s go in.”
As the Gluttony Goblin spoke and moved toward the meat restaurant, he noticed the insulated bag Yu Tae-poong was carrying.
“Did you bring an insulated bag too?”
“I heard it tastes better when grilled with meat, so I brought some seasoned vegetables.”
“Seasoned vegetables? Interesting!”
The Gluttony Goblin smiled meaningfully at the mention of seasoned vegetables, then spoke.
“That’s nice, but… you need to get permission from the owner.”
“Permission?”
“They don’t say anything about dipping sauces or condiments, but for side dishes like seasoned vegetables, you have to ask. Mi-hee didn’t get scolded for dipping sauce, but when she brought kimbap to eat, she got in trouble.”
If you wanted to eat something not sold at the restaurant, you had to get permission from the owner.
Of course, only the worst kind of people would do this… but there was always the possibility that if someone got sick from food they brought themselves, they could claim the problem happened from eating here.
Beyond that issue, there was also the matter of reduced sales.
If they filled their stomachs with what they brought, they’d eat less meat.
“That makes sense. But kimbap?”
I wondered what kind of restaurant it was that she’d brought kimbap to.

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