Peninsula: I run a bed and breakfast on Jeju Island

Chapter 130 Apron

Li Ran glanced at the white socks, then looked away.

It's all Lee Ji-eun's fault for always saying he's a "foot fetishist," which has caused him to subconsciously focus on that area now.

Damn it. It's making someone who's not a foot fetishist look like one.

"Cough cough."

He touched his nose.

What are you doing?

Choi Jin-ri looked at him with some surprise.

Hold the grass!

Li Ran then remembered that he had just touched her foot with his right hand!

"Um, are you hungry?"

He hurriedly changed the subject.

Choi Jin-ri raised an eyebrow and stared at him.

Just as Li Ran was about to break down, she nodded slightly, "A little."

She put her legs off the coffee table, put on a slipper on her left foot, and lifted her right foot slightly without pressing it to the ground.

Li Ran breathed a sigh of relief and put away the ice pack and towel next to her.

"Okay, I'll go cook."

While buying clothes, they picked up some groceries on the way back.

Although the combination of vegetables and clothes looked a bit odd, there wasn't much food left in the villa, and if they didn't buy some, they would really starve.

"I'll go with you."

Choi Jin-ri stood up, using the sofa as a support.

"Go away!"

Li Ran rolled her eyes. "Your foot is like this now, you'd better not move it around."

"I can manage on my own. Besides, if you really went, how would you work like this? Would you be chopping vegetables on one leg or 'hopping' to serve them?"

Choi Jin-ri pursed her lips and didn't insist any further.

He put the first-aid kit back in its place and then washed his hands.

After all, Li Ran had just touched her feet, so she couldn't touch the ingredients now.

Even if he wasn't afraid of the potential fungal infection, he had no interest in tasting that flavor.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered a video he had seen before.

A female cosplayer was selling foot bath water for $15 a cup at a comic convention.

It's one thing to sell, but someone actually bought it.

The end result was that the customers all contracted fungal infections and jointly filed a lawsuit against the female cosplayer.

Whether this is a distortion of human nature or a decline in morality, Li Ran is not interested.

After all, he's not a football fanatic, so he wouldn't pose that kind of risk.

After washing his hands, he opened the refrigerator and took a quick look.

Eggs, tofu, green vegetables, bean sprouts, pork belly, and a few tomatoes.

He glanced at the tomatoes, then took them out of the refrigerator.

It's still tomatoes.

It's still scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Sometimes Li Ran doesn't even know why she likes tomatoes so much.

Perhaps it's because scrambled eggs with tomatoes are relatively easy to make, or perhaps it's because it was the first dish he learned to cook?

He shook his head, not thinking too much about it.

After all, Choi Jin-ri was waiting for him to cook.

After rinsing the rice, Li Ran put it into the rice cooker, pressed the cook button, and then started washing the vegetables.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~"

He turned on the tap, rinsed the vegetables briefly, and then began to knead them.

This is the living room side.

Choi Jin-ri leaned back on the sofa and put her right foot on the armrest.

The sofa is softer than the coffee table.

It's more comfortable to rest your feet on it.

She looked at her ankle.

After applying ice, the swollen area seemed to have subsided a little, but the color became even darker.

Choi Jin-ri extended her index finger and gently touched her slightly purplish ankle, which still felt a bit swollen.

"duang~duang~"

The sound of a cleaver hitting the cutting board came from the kitchen.

It has a pretty good rhythm.

She turned her head to the side, and from this angle, she could see Li Ran's profile.

Choi Jin-ri glanced at him and noticed that the straps of his apron seemed to be tied crookedly, hanging loosely behind his waist.

A slight smile played on her lips as she gently patted the sofa.

She felt a sense of familiarity about the scene where she sat outside while Li Ran cooked in the kitchen.

Just like when the two of them were in the guesthouse.

The only difference is that the kitchen backdrop has changed from Jeju Island's wooden cabinets to her home's white tiled walls.

Choi Jin-ri, supporting herself on the sofa, managed to stand up with difficulty, then, supporting herself on one leg, hopped step by step toward Li Ran.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

She made quite a commotion, so much so that Li Ran had to turn around and look at her, then raised an eyebrow.

"What are you doing? Cosplaying as a zombie?"

Because Choi Jin-ri hops on one leg, she stretches out her arms to maintain her balance, making her look a bit like a little zombie from a movie.

"Hey! What are you saying? Are there any zombies as pretty as me?"

Li Ran shrugged. "You can't say for sure. After all, human farts come in all shapes and sizes."

"Huh? What does this have to do with P?" She frowned.

"Because there's an audience, there will be similar movies! Anyway, I haven't seen many films. Maybe some people just want zombies."

Choi Jin-ri realized what he meant and rolled her eyes at him.

"I have no idea what you're thinking about all day. It's all just lewd nonsense."

"This stuff should be consumed in moderation, otherwise it can harm your physical and mental health!"

She finally jumped to Li Ran's side and then patted him on the shoulder earnestly.

Li Ran pursed her lips. "I didn't say anything specific. Was what I said just now wrong?"

"People who like zombie movies are the ones who get good-looking actors to join them. That way, the box office goes up. What were you thinking just now?"

"I think you're the one whose head is full of lewd nonsense, aren't you?"

"ah!"

Seeing Li Ran turning the tables on him, Cui Zhenli was so angry she gritted her teeth.

"Alright," he waved his hand, "why did you come over here instead of sitting properly on the sofa?"

"I already told you I don't need your help."

She rolled her eyes at Li Ran, then pointed to the apron tied around his waist, "Didn't you notice it's crooked?"

He glanced down at it, then shrugged. "As long as it works, it's fine."

"Anyway, it doesn't affect my cooking."

"Whether you can accept it or not, it's still unbearable to watch!"

"As someone with OCD, I strongly urge you to straighten this apron."

When did she become obsessive-compulsive again?

I didn't notice it when I was at the guesthouse.

Li Ran raised an eyebrow.

Choi Jin-ri felt somewhat guilty; she had just made up an excuse.

After all, she's already here, so why would she go back?

"Alright, since you worked so hard cooking, I'll tie it for you."

She nudged Li Ran's shoulder, making him turn back.

"Tsk."

Li Ran's lips curled up slightly, but she didn't say anything more.

He obediently turned himself around as Choi Jin-ri requested, and casually raised his arm to make it easier for her to tie the apron.

Choi Jin-ri first loosened the apron around his waist, then tightened it and fastened it back up.

During this time, she inevitably got closer to Li Ran.

He still carried a minty scent, I don't know where it came from.

Fortunately, there was no strange smell.

Li Ran doesn't smoke, so it's difficult for her to have any strange smells on her.