Chapter 42
“Oh my... The food court here really doesn’t have much, huh? No venison, can you believe it? That’s our CEO’s favorite... What a shame, what are we going to do...?”
I put on an exaggerated act. Realistically, there was no way they’d be selling venison in a place like this. It was a specialty ingredient you had to order from a specialty supplier. But I had to cover up the fact that I’d completely forgotten to order it. Why didn’t I remember venison when it had come so easily to mind when I was trying to butter Taeo up?
“Forget it. We’ll just eat whatever.”
“Whatever” is hardly the right word. I bought prime Hanwoo beef, and a piece the size of my palm cost hundreds of thousands of won. Well... the price went up even more because I secretly bought two extra pieces for myself from the same cut, but that’s my little secret.
“Still, I’ll try to cook something nice,” I said.
Yoon Taeo didn’t respond. To anyone else, it might have looked like he was pissed off, but actually, this was his way of being in a good mood. When Taeo was happy, he kept his mouth shut. When he was in a foul mood, he’d make snide, passive-aggressive remarks in that annoying voice of his.
“Put the bags in my car and go home.”
“...I can drive you, sir.”
“No need.”
“Then, should I follow behind?”
“Why?”
“Well, um...”