[ See, he can't even say anything in return to that, since it's just.. well, true. He's grown up in a household of women, so of course he never had much of a reason to cook for himself. Even when he was nothing but a troublesome punk during the years after Nam Soon didn't show up that evening at the hospital, his sister still cooked for him. He's never had to do it for himself until he arrived in this place, unlike Nam Soon.
It's why he probably looks awkward for a split second since he can't think of a good comeback..
.. although that'd just be the surface level reason. The real reason is more just that he's worried the soup tasted terrible now. He knows he's not good, but he did really try his best since it was Nam Soon's birthday soup, after all..
But he can't voice that worry out loud. It's bastard code. So instead he just grumbles in return, since obviously that's more productive communication. ]
Is it that much of a chore to eat it, you bastard?
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It's why he probably looks awkward for a split second since he can't think of a good comeback..
.. although that'd just be the surface level reason. The real reason is more just that he's worried the soup tasted terrible now. He knows he's not good, but he did really try his best since it was Nam Soon's birthday soup, after all..
But he can't voice that worry out loud. It's bastard code. So instead he just grumbles in return, since obviously that's more productive communication. ]
Is it that much of a chore to eat it, you bastard?