Peninsula: 72 Hours of Blind Dates

He rubbed his forehead and slowly raised his head.

The moment their eyes met, Wu Haiyuan froze on the spot.

Nothing could be more awkward than this.

She tried to leave quietly, but when she opened the door, she bumped headfirst into Han Xijun.

The kind of high school student who tries to skip class for the first time, just as he climbs over the wall in the corner of the playground, only to find his homeroom teacher watching him from the other side of the wall.

Yes, exactly the same.

Han Xijun took a step forward.

Wu Haiyuan did not give way.

It wasn't that she didn't want to give way or back down; she simply couldn't move an inch.

Fortunately, Han Xijun didn't "rush over" directly. He closed the door behind him and passed by Wu Haiyuan's left. As he passed, he whispered in Wu Haiyuan's ear, "I bought some ingredients. After you eat the hangover soup, I'll take you back to your dorm."

Wu Haiyuan didn't want to stay here for even a second longer.

She has absolutely no memory of what happened after she drank the last beer. To be honest, she chickened out.

He was afraid that if he faced Han Xijun, he would hear from him some of the real events that Wu Haiyuan still couldn't accept.

People all care about saving face.

Besides, she was a girl and had never stayed overnight at a man's house alone before. In any case, everything that had happened since she came to Han Xijun's house yesterday was a first for Wu Haiyuan.

"I won't eat anymore, goodbye."

He reached out to open the door.

An arm touched the door lock before her hand.

Click.

He locked the door from the inside.

Wu Haiyuan slowly turned around.

His eyes were wide open.

It wasn't because Han Xijun looked ridiculously handsome after waking up without makeup; it was because I was shocked by his sudden domineering CEO-like behavior. Here we go again?

When he picked me up at the company entrance yesterday, he was acting like a domineering CEO.

Didn't things return to normal later?

Is it some kind of intermittent symptom?

Or does Han Xijun think that being domineering is useful to him?

Ha ha.

it works.

very useful.

In particular, Han Hee-joon said in an irrefutable tone, "Prepare with me."

Let's prepare breakfast together?

Dating?

Or perhaps it's the experience of newlyweds? A happy day begins with making breakfast together at home.

Oh my!

This isn't some online romance film directed by a college student.

Han Xijun changed his shoes and waited for Wu Haiyuan.

Wu Haiyuan changed back into slippers after just putting on his shoes.

Han Xijun walked ahead carrying the bag, while Wu Haiyuan followed behind with small, quick steps.

She muttered to herself, "Why should I listen to him?"

kitchen.

Han Xijun took out a whole bag of ramen, green onions, Qingyang chili peppers, and minced garlic from the bag.

Wu Haiyuan was a little confused.

The hangover soup she knew wasn't like this.

A simple, home-style breakfast is usually soybean sprout soup, which is easy to make. Depending on your taste, you can also add some pollack. A more complicated option is beef soup, which requires not only stewing beef but also preparing beef sauce. Most families rarely eat this for breakfast because it takes too much time.

Kimchi and tofu soup is also a good option; it's sobering and appetizing, and being warm, paired with white rice, it will soothe a hangover stomach quite a bit.

I never imagined that the main ingredient in Han Xijun's so-called hangover soup was ramen.

What special preparations are needed for ramen?

It's nothing more than...

Fresh abalone, squid tentacles, clams, and other seafood were taken out of the bag.

splash

Han Xijun turned on the tap.

Wu Haiyuan stood by the kitchen counter and asked, "What do I need to do?"

Han Xijun didn't stand on ceremony at all, saying, "Chop scallions and Qingyang chili peppers."

"OK"

Wu Haiyuan was confident in his ability to assist. Han Xijun went to prepare the seafood to be added to the ramen.

Stealing a glance at the figure standing in front of the pool, Wu Haiyuan thought to himself that Han Xijun actually knew how to cook.

What Wu Haiyuan didn't know was that before going to the market to buy ingredients, Han Xijun searched online for information about hangover soup. He ultimately chose seafood ramen because it was the simplest and easiest to remember the steps to make. The key was that it came with a ramen seasoning packet, so as long as the amount of water was controlled, it would never fail.

As it turns out, Han Xijun's choice was correct.

Even if it's just making a seafood ramen.

While Han Xijun was cooking, Wu Haiyuan, who was standing next to him, forgot about his own situation and asked him with admiration when he would be able to cook.

Han Xijun asked Wu Haiyuan arrogantly, "Does cooking ramen count as a dish?"

Wu Haiyuan provided an abundance of emotional value, showering Han Xijun with praise that made him feel quite flattered.

Otherwise, Han Xijun wouldn't have said to Wu Haiyuan, "I can make you whatever you want to eat."

Wu Haiyuan followed up, "Really? What if I want to eat army stew?"

"Can"

"How about hot pot?" "Sure."

"What about the recently popular mala tang (spicy hot pot)?"

"Simple"

"There's also spicy stir-fried octopus and stir-fried meat. I'm not talking about the kimchi stir-fried meat that taxi drivers like to eat; it's Chinese cuisine. I ate it once with my mom, the kind that's stir-fried with green peppers."

"I'll make it for you whenever you want to eat it."

"Huh, really?"

"Yes, let me know in advance so I can prepare the ingredients."

Wu Haiyuan chuckled and said, "You're so touching. It's like you'll make it for me whenever I want to eat it."

Han Xijun turned to look at Wu Haiyuan standing beside him and said, "That's what I meant just now."

"what?"

"As long as I'm in Seoul."

"Stop joking, haha, hehehe." "Would someone who jokes be so cautious as to have preconditions?"

Wu Haiyuan immediately fell silent.

Realizing she was still at Han Xijun's house, she wondered how they had ended up chatting. Shouldn't she feel awkward and unsure how to face Han Xijun?

"Take the bowls and chopsticks out first."

Wu Haiyuan said "Oh," reached out and turned on the dishwasher, took out the bowls and chopsticks, and walked to the dining room.

wrong.

How could I have known that Han Xijun's dishes were in the dishwasher?

and many more.

How would I know where the dishwasher is?

She didn't go into the kitchen yesterday.

What?

Han Xijun's voice came from the kitchen: "Put down a mat." Wu Haiyuan put down his bowl and chopsticks, went around to the other side of the table, took out a round mat from the box of mats, and placed it in the middle of the table.

Han Xijun came out carrying a pot.

The pot was placed on the mat, and Han Xijun pulled out a chair and said, "Eat."

"Where's the rice?"

"I'll heat it up, you eat first."

Han Xijun returned to the kitchen and took two more boxes of instant rice from the bag, putting them in the microwave to heat up.

You eat first.

Wu Haiyuan pulled out a chair and sat down.

It smells delicious and makes me very hungry.

I took a spoon and scooped up a little bit of ramen soup.

I blew on it, but it still burned my mouth when I put it in.

However, the flavor was very fresh, and the bright red broth combined with Qingyang chili peppers was exactly the kind of spicy flavor Wu Haiyuan liked. Hangover soup doesn't have to be refreshing.

Eating until you sweat, taking a shower, and then going to work—that's the feeling Wu Haiyuan likes best.

This bite reminded Wu Haiyuan of his school days, when he would eat his mother's spicy kimchi and tofu soup for breakfast, and then take a shower before going to school.

I completely relaxed.

The ramen noodles are placed in a bowl, broth is added, and then seafood is served.

He tasted everything, nodding gently as he expressed his satisfaction with the seafood ramen hangover soup.

I looked up without thinking.

Meeting Han Xijun's gaze, who had been staring at him, Wu Haiyuan gave him a thumbs-up and said, "Very nice, really."

Eat more

"bite"

The rice is heated up.

Wu Haiyuan's mouth moved faster than his brain; he said, "Is the rice heated up? I want to eat it with rice." "I'll go get it."

Thank you

After saying that, Wu Haiyuan realized that he seemed to have been giving orders to Han Xijun.