Chapter 3: The young master will earn money
As he pondered hard, tilting his head from side to side, Rian became more and more uneasy trying to hold the mirror steady. Noticing the unpleasantness in the air at that moment, Cheon Areum spoke with enthusiasm.
"Wow, Rian, you’re a professional! I’ll have to hold myself back from bragging about you to others so they don’t start lining up at our door for an appointment."
Rian pouted, rubbing his feet, not quite convinced. Taking the mirror from his hands, Cheon Areum ruffled his hair messily.
"I’ll have you be my hairstylist as of today, so I can’t tell anyone else—can’t burden you with too much work now, can we?"
Cheon Areum grinned and lifted the shy kid. A few cracks came from his back as he did so, but he could still pick him up. Seating the kid on the dining table, he went over to the fridge.
"What do you want for breakfast? I’ll try to make it for you."
Cheon Areum casually asked as he saw the inside of the refrigerator—clean, like the rest of their place. There were only a few common condiments in there and nothing else. Well, it’s not like he could cook—being a filthy rich young master, he was even spoon-fed sometimes if he was feeling a bit lazy. The most he could do was boil water, which he learned from a BL book, it was quite a memorable scene, so it stuck with him unconsciously.
"Nevermind, let’s order something. What do you want to eat?"
"But you said we had to start saving money from now on..."
"...."
Right... how could he forget? If their living conditions were this dire, there was no way they had enough money to afford takeout.