Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 127
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 127
“What kind of person does that!”
Emily slams down the pillow.
“Pass. A hundred times better than that idiot Larry.”
She says this and turns around to disappear.
“Does she think she owns everything just because she’s the CEO of Larissa Company?!”
Larissa Company, one of the top California wine brands.
One of the writers was a wine enthusiast, so I learned about it.
“I told you it’s fine. Don’t be angry.”
There’s no reason to be angry anyway.
“How can you not be angry in that situation?! No matter how much you… Phew.”
“Thanks for being angry for me.”
Her rising anger naturally subsides at his warm smile.
“…Kiss me.”
“Isn’t this too much physical contact?”
Emily keeps offering her lips whenever she gets a chance.
I like seeing her like this, but I wish she’d show some restraint.
‘Because I might not be able to hold back.’
“This isn’t enough. I waited four years.”
This is the moment she’s always been waiting for.
Now that the reins are off, she can’t hold back.
“Hurry up.”
“Geez.”
Johann grabs her chin and covers her lips.
Knock knock!
Johann, startled and pulling away, opens the door.
“Hello! Do you like the room?”
A small boy who looks about 12 years old now.
“Yes! Yes! I lo-ove it!”
Pure white paint with pure white sheets, pure white lighting.
Like the exterior, the interior also feels like being in the Mediterranean.
“Th-that’s good! If you need anything, please call anytime!”
When Emily approaches closely, his face turns red like an apple and the boy runs away.
Johann furrows his brow.
“Hehe. Are you jealous?”
“Is he working alone?”
“Ah, it did look that way.”
The boy who guided all 20 staff members including Johann, Emily, and Mark individually, and even carried their blankets.
“He doesn’t seem to be abused though…”
No bruises or scars on his body, and his eyes are clear.
Having volunteered many times and remembering what children who suffered domestic violence or abuse looked like, Emily couldn’t help but be puzzled.
“His guardian must be away temporarily?”
“Probably. More importantly, wear long pants or long skirts starting tomorrow.”
“Okay!”
“Huh?”
“Why? Don’t like it? Should I not wear them?”
Johann heads outside, leaving behind Emily who smiles meaningfully, and looks up at the dark sky.
“It’s going to rain.”
It looks like it’ll pour within an hour at the latest.
“Really? Then…”
“Johann! Emily!”
Mark comes with the cameraman and writer.
“What should we do about dinner?”
It’s already 8 o’clock.
“It looks like it’ll rain soon, how about Korean food?”
“You mean that jeon thing? I’m in favor!”
The pancakes he fell in love with during location shooting.
Saliva goes down Mark’s throat with a gulp.
“No. Something a bit different today.”
Pork belly.
On rainy days, it was pork belly.
* * *
Surprisingly, there was a Korean market in Lompoc.
Sizzle!
Thick pork belly cooking on the concave iron plate over the burner, spitting out oil. In the center where the oil collects, kimchi and tofu are grilling.
‘The smell is incredible?’
The savory smell of meat and oil stimulating the nose.
The spicy and pungent smell wrapping around that aroma.
The cameraman and writers holding cameras for insert shots, main PD Walton and the other PDs all swallow their saliva repeatedly.
Arirang TV’s PD Kim Jin-tae sticks out his tongue.
“This isn’t the skill of someone who’s only done this once or twice…”
‘Does he like Korean food?’
Looking at the soju bottle in Mark’s hand, it seems so.
Johann immediately recommended buying it as soon as he discovered the soju.
“Is there really such cuisine in Korea, Kim?”
“It’s pretty much a national menu.”
Especially on drizzly days like this, people mainly eat pork belly and soju rather than pancakes and rice wine.
“But no matter how much he has Korean friends, at that age he shouldn’t know this formula…”
I don’t know how he knows, but I’m grateful.
Korean Americans who have worked hard to promote Korean culture.
Even though he’s a mixed-race Asian, seeing an American boy, and a wolf boy at that, introducing Korean food like this is just gratifying.
“So it’s an adults-only formula? Oh, what does it taste like?”
“It tastes like heaven. Once you get a taste for it, you’ll only look for this.”
“Wow.”
The production team’s eyes become more earnest.
“Johann, is it ready yet?”
Please, Emily’s tearful eyes pierce his heart.
“Hmm… Okay. It’s all cooked now. Just a moment, I’ll show you how to eat it.”
Johann wraps lettuce with scallions and ssamjang, grilled kimchi and tofu, garlic, and pork belly, then offers it to Mark.
“You’re giving it to me first?!”
“In Confucian cultural spheres like Korea, adults eat first.”
Since the ‘Master Chef’ was also from the Joseon Dynasty when Confucian culture was strong, he naturally gives it to Mark first.
“Oh, interesting culture.”
“You can eat it in one bite.”
“It’s quite big….”
Still, as Johann offers it, Mark opens his mouth wide and puts the wrap in.
“…?!”
After chewing a few times, Mark looks at Johann in surprise.
“And soju to cleanse the palate.”
Chew chew chew, gulp!
“Ahhh!”
“H-how is it?”
“…I swear to God I’ll definitely eat this on every rainy day from now on! Johann, write down the recipe for this!”
Mark Wahlberg, a devout Christian.
Gulp!
Intense gazes target the pork belly on the grill.
“Please try one wrap each.”
“U-us too?”
“We’re all doing this to make a living. There’s plenty of meat anyway.”
He bought almost 6.6 pounds (3kg). With all the other side ingredients he bought, even if everyone here couldn’t eat their fill, there was enough for everyone to taste.
“You come here too.”
“Me? M-me?”
“Yeah. Come quickly. If you don’t hurry, these guys will eat it all.”
Johann said this while poking Emily’s side, and Emily, who chuckled, got up and approached the Boy.
Patter, patter patter!
The drizzle soon became heavier drops.
The sounds of rain slowly hitting the parasol and scattering.
The acoustic guitar sound weaves through and spreads between them.
Ting ting, ti-di-ting.
“Who knows how long I have loved you.”
The Beatles’ I Will.
On the table with only simple snacks remaining.
With the gentle guitar sound that penetrates the heart along with the rain, Mark closes his eyes and sings while reminiscing about the 80s when he was young. Emily, feeling jealous of the two harmonizing, also haltingly joins in.
It doesn’t matter if it’s wrong.
It doesn’t matter if it drags.
Just a cozy murmur on a rainy day.
Smiles quickly spread across their faces.
Ding-a-ling!
Clap clap clap!
“Bravo!”
After the main filming ended, a drinking session with just a few camcorders placed around.
The remaining five production team members applaud and stick out their tongues in amazement.
“Wow. Sherman, you….”
“Wow. You have a good voice? You could be a Singer!”
“N-no, I don’t.”
‘That’s right! This is it!’
This is the scene. He dreamed of this scene when planning the trip road show.
A scene that makes you smile even without being breathless or intense.
The leisure that warmly soothes weary and desolate hearts.
Walton, a Producer with 20 years of experience, could guarantee it.
If this broadcast aired, it would bring a new wind to American broadcasting.
‘Or it’ll completely flop!’
“Come on. Gene praised you so much. He said he wants to work with you later.”
“Gene?”
“Bruno Mars.”
“B-Bruno Mars?! Really?”
“Johann!”
“Oh, that’s amazing? Johann, don’t you have anything like that? Aren’t you doing Composition anymore?”
As Mark changes the subject, Emily gives him a grateful look.
“I’ll continue Composition.”
The four songs he completed last year are also being enthusiastically downloaded on SoundCloud right now.
“I think I’ll probably sing a new song at least once during this filming.”
The Production Team that subtly encouraged Busking before departure.
They’ll definitely make him do Busking as a mission too.
Flash!
‘A new song by a Billboard star? And it’s self-composed?’
Johann, who had already entered the Billboard singles chart with his self-composed song.
It’s tempting. Very tempting indeed.
As the Production Team’s eyes intensified, Mark smiled and drank his canned beer, having done his job, and Johann smiled as if thanking him for the promotion.
“Ah, we’re out of alcohol.”
He needed alcohol to continue this mood, but it was all gone.
Checking the time, it was already 10:30.
Unfortunately, it seemed they should end the gathering for tomorrow.
“Oh my. Do you need anything?”
A man in his 70s walks out leaning on a cane.
The plastic protective gear wrapped around his stomach and waist.
Now it seemed clear why the Boy was working alone.
“Ah, were we too noisy?”
“No, not at all.”
It was nice to have some liveliness after a long time.
This place, perhaps because it’s tucked away in an Alley, doesn’t get many visitors.
As the Owner, he couldn’t help but be happy when People enjoyed themselves like this.
The Old Man scans the tables.
“Are you short on alcohol?”
“Do you sell alcohol?”
Mark and the Adults’ faces brighten up immediately.
“We do sell Wine….”
Eight dollars per bottle, homemade Wine he made himself.
“Oh! That cheap?”
“Hehe. It’s made from leftover grapes….”
Homemade Wine made from grapes that were damaged here and there and eaten by bugs, making them unmarketable.
“If that’s okay with you, please wait. I’ll bring it right away.”
“No. Let’s go together!”
In case he drops it while bringing it.
Those thirsty for alcohol quickly bring Wine bottles, cheese, and biscuits.
The cheese and biscuits were the Old Man’s service.
“Please enjoy.”
“Boss, please join us.”
“Oh no, what would an old man like me….”
“Come on, the more drinking Friends the better.”
As Mark urges him, the Old Man reluctantly sits in an empty seat.
Pop!
Wine slowly filling the glasses.
The adults smack their lips at the tart yet rich aroma.
Mark pours a little wine into Johann and Emily’s glasses as well.
“Wine is the blood of Jesus, so it’s okay.”
But shh. The camera is on.
“…!”
Johann and Emily give Mark a thumbs up.
“Hehe. Well, let’s have a nationwide toast to celebrate this meeting! For Trip Road’s viewership rating, um, 5 percent?”
“Oh! Good!”
“Yes! For 5 percent!”
“Cheers!”
5 percent would be at least a moderate hit.
It was the moment they drank the wine with smiles spreading across their faces.
“Oh.”
“…Wow.”
Their faces subtly contort.
“Hehe. Is it to your taste?”
“Haha. Well….”
It’s astringent, fishy, and sour.
On top of that, the sweetness characteristic of American wine is faint, and overall it’s subtly unpleasant.
What can you expect for just 8 dollars, but this is inedible.
“Hehehe. I thought so.”
Sadness wells up in the Old Man’s eyes.
“Do you happen to have a large basket? Or a big bowl?”
“Johann!”
‘Even if it tastes bad, trying to throw it away!’
‘That’s too much!’
Johann tilts his head at the people’s resentful gestures, then realizes his mistake.
“Ah, I want to do some decanting.”
“Decanting?”
This is alcohol he’s trying for the first time.
A first experience he can’t have again.
He couldn’t just waste it like this.
‘Then I’ll just make it enjoyable and delicious!’
That person would be able to do it.
That being he had absorption reading on in the forest.
Johann entered the library while watching the Old Man rise with a bitter smile.
“Reading list check. The one who pours wine.”
Johann caught the ruby-clear red orb that flew over quickly and thrust it into his chest.
* * *
Her father was a powerful noble and a lord who owned vast territory.
He was an indifferent father, a taciturn husband, and a ruler as cruel as a spear.
Still, perhaps because of his status and wealth.
Marriage proposals never ceased, and his children increased accordingly.
So she had no choice but to seek survival.
A noble’s daughter exists for political strategy.
Moreover, born as the daughter of a concubine rather than the main wife, her given fate was only to become an old noble’s concubine. To escape that fate, she struggled desperately.
Then she accidentally discovered that her father had a hobby.
Alcohol. The blood of God, wine.
Father who drank wine as soon as he woke up in the morning, and always drank wine before going to bed.
She realized.
This is it. This is my way to live.
From then on, she began frequenting the brewery and wine cellar regardless of her noble status.
She made alcohol with her own hands and managed the cellar directly.
Even when the servants were uncomfortable, even when her mother scolded her, rather than backing down, she dug deeper and researched alcohol.
She learned brewing methods for better taste and mastered storage methods that could maintain flavor for a long time.
She possessed delicate taste and smell that could pinpoint subtle differences in flavor and aroma with just one sip. Thanks to this, the alcohol she brewed showed exceptional quality, and that talent soon caught her father’s eye.
Eventually, she received the title ‘The one who pours wine, L’echanson’ from her father.
It was in the year 1316.
Splash splash splash splash splash!
Wine pours into a large pot.
“Ah!”
“Ugh! Is that right?”
Everyone feels sorry, but Johann ignores them.
‘Honestly, the variety is just so-so.’
In the era when ‘The one who pours wine’ lived, it would be a level that only lower nobles would drink, but the manufacturing process and aging aren’t bad.
The problem was storage. Due to inappropriate temperature and humidity, the wine lost its aroma and flavor as if trapped in dry soil.
Then there’s only one method.
Drop it, pound it, shake it, break it, and blow it away with wind. Today’s air is moist too, so it’s perfect.
Once, twice, three times.
Pour it out, pound it with a ladle, hold the pot and shake it, then pour it into another pot.
Wake it up like that.
“Je, Jefferson. If, if you do that, all the aroma will fly away….”
“It’s done. Everyone please try it.”
People who usually enjoyed drinking wine were going crazy with regret, then shut their mouths.
“Huh?”
The rich grape aroma penetrating their nostrils.
The color is different from just before too.
The murky dark red has changed to a fairly clear crimson.
They bring it to their mouths with suspicion.
“…?!”
Johann smiles watching them widen their eyes.
“How is it? Is it okay?”
“What! What magic did you cast, Johann!”
The bitter-sweet grape aroma that fills the mouth and gets sucked into the nostrils. The refreshing sweetness with the unpleasantness gone sticks to the tongue.
Could this really be the same astringent wine they drank just before?
‘This is only 8 dollars?’
No. It’s at least dozens of dollars, no, over a hundred dollars.
The Old Man’s eyes also well up with tears.
‘Lauren….’
Someone who came to mind as soon as he smelled the aroma, a taste that reminds him of his child who passed away first.
That’s when it happened.
“I want a glass too.”
A white hand with red nails suddenly extends.
It’s Lisa Jefferson who had disappeared earlier.
“Ah, yes. Here you go.”
She slightly frowns as if she doesn’t like drinking wine from a mug.
However, she’s soon surprised by the aroma brushing her nose tip, then quickly takes a sip.
Slurp slurp, gulp!
“…Ha!”
Lisa Jefferson looks at the Old Man with distorted eyes.
“You’ve been keeping Lauren’s wine all this time, Uncle?”
‘What?’
Johann looked at the Old Man in shock.
The others were the same.
* * *
To the drunkard who had squandered his fortune due to alcohol addiction, his son Lauren was an angel who came like a gift.
A son who always smiled for him.
A son who rolled up his sleeves saying not to worry, that wealth could be gathered again.
A son who actually reclaimed part of the land his Father had ruined.
A son who brought an angel even more lovable than himself.
The two angels gave birth to an even prettier angel.
They built a new home and Workplace, and sold wine made from grapes carefully grown on the reclaimed land.
There weren’t many customers, but laughter always bloomed. On sunny days, the warm Mediterranean sunlight seemed to descend upon this small Dormitory.
But heaven did not allow those angels to stay on earth for long.
The Son and Daughter-in-law who died in a traffic accident 10 years ago.
That day, the Old Man had to resent heaven until he fainted.
That was as far as Lisa Jefferson’s memory went.
“Hehe. Uncle, you shouldn’t call me that, miss.”
The Old Man who was allowed to use Jefferson as his middle name.
“I’ve called you that since long ago, what’s wrong with it.”
Though he was a notorious drunkard, the Old Man was endlessly kind to Lisa.
“Father, no, that kid’s Grandfather probably won’t mind much either?”
“Pardon?”
The Old Man follows Lisa Jefferson’s finger to look at Johann.
“He’s the son of that ugly toad Larry. Oh, by the way, Larry also ate a lot from Uncle Jake here. He must have devoured hundreds of pyeong of Vineyard?”
“…Ohhh! Finally, young master Larry married Miss Wong?!”
It seems Johann was born and they got married.
“That’s wonderful. Really wonderful….”
The Boy before his eyes, Johann, is a blessing.
A blessing that melts the guilt that had been weighing on a corner of the Old Man’s heart, no, on a corner of all the elderly who had received the Jefferson family’s grace.
The Old Man firmly grasped Johann’s hand and patted it while conveying his heartfelt congratulations.
At that smile as if he had no regrets, Johann could only smile awkwardly.
‘I’m sorry. I’m adopted.’
Words he couldn’t bear to say right now.
Because at his age, disappointment might return as some kind of illness.
‘Since Larry owes this person a debt, I need to be even more careful!’
Lisa Jefferson must be thinking the same thing as she just chuckles.
“Hmm. If I had known Lauren’s wine remained, I wouldn’t have brought this.”
Though she hadn’t completely opened her heart yet, it was still a gift for her nephew.
If she didn’t do at least this much, Mother Melanie would be very angry.
“Gasp! La, Larisa Flower Chardonnay 05 and Larisa Hills Pinot Noir 09!”
Larisa Company’s premium line, Wine worth over 500 dollars per bottle.
Everyone is surprised by the wine enthusiast Writer’s exclamation.
“Thank you for recognizing it.”
When Lisa Jefferson handed it to Johann as if telling him to drink it himself, everyone’s eyes shone desperately.
“I’ll drink it well.”
“Oh, you’re opening it right away?”
“Gifts should be checked immediately.”
“Ho, your personality is different from that toad too. What? You don’t like me calling your Father a toad?”
“I don’t like it.”
Johann ignored her and opened one bottle, pouring it into People’s cups.
“Ooh!”
“Wow.”
So this is what premium wine tastes like.
We really struck it rich just now.
People swallow their saliva while alternately looking at the 8-dollar wine in the basket and the wine worth over 500 dollars.
But….
‘This is supposed to be Chardonnay and Pinot Noir? …This stuff?’
What on earth happened in the hundreds of years between?
Meanwhile, Lisa Jefferson, who smiled as if the People’s reaction was natural, looks at the Old Man.
The Old Man smiles bitterly.
“I should let it go now.”
It’s already been 10 years since the Son and Daughter-in-law passed away.
He had to let go of his attachment, and that’s why he brought it out.
Because his Grandson had also eaten delicious food from Johann’s group and was jumping around excitedly.
Because it was the brightest expression he’d seen in years.
“Don’t you think about working the fields again?”
“How could I with this broken body….”
Moreover, all the grape seedlings from the Vineyard that the Son and Daughter-in-law had cultivated had burned away in a fire a few years ago.
“Even if I try to get new seeds, the good ones are too expensive….”
Even though he was once a drunkard, the Vineyard was the Old Man’s family business.
“Besides, they don’t taste like those grapes from when I was young, so I can’t muster the courage.”
“Ah, you’re talking about those legendary grapes.”
1889, the legendary grapes that opened the world of California Wine.
They all died due to pests that swept through California about 50 years ago, and now they can’t be found anywhere.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say they were extinct.
“Yes, that’s right.”
With his unhealthy body, he couldn’t use this space left by the Son and Daughter-in-law as collateral for grapes that didn’t even taste like what he remembered, grapes he didn’t even know if he could properly cultivate.
“Sigh, it’s regrettable. If only those pests hadn’t swept through….”
The grape trees whose prices skyrocketed afterward.
Lisa Jefferson also decided not to persuade him further.
Then Johann speaks up.
“Hmm. Then if there were seedlings, would you consider doing it?”
“Hehe. It’s fine….”
“I have trees.”
Trees that are at least 120 years old.
Grape vines that have continued from that era.
“Pardon?”
“What?! Where?! How many?!”
The Treasure of the past that even Jefferson couldn’t protect or revive.
“In the Rocky Mountains.”
Near the Nest.
“About three hundred trees, I’d say?”
‘A hundred times more delicious than this kind of Chardonnay and Pinot Noir.’
Everyone’s eyes widened.
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