[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 70

“Ugh!”

I jolted up, and Baekseol (White Snow) was sliding off my face. Then, the sound of a phone ringing from outside.

“Baekseol, why do you keep sleeping on my face?”

I couldn’t tell if I woke up because I was suffocating from Baekseol or because of the ringing.

“Phew.”

I picked up the room phone on the table, and a hotel staff’s voice came through.

“Good morning! May we bring up your breakfast?”

“Yes, please.”

After hanging up, I went back into the room, and Baekseol was still sound asleep.

I lay back down on the bed, rubbing my face against Baekseol’s soft fur for a while.

Hearing the bell ring outside, it seemed breakfast had arrived.

“Enjoy your meal!”

“Thank you.”

On the dining table was a delicious-looking Korean meal.

“Wow, this is happening.”

Just like the chairman said last night, there was a mouthwatering Soybean Paste Stew.

I picked up my spoon, then remembered the broadcast and grabbed the phone mount.

<Lady Han Ga-eul has started the broadcast>

Maybe because it was morning, the viewers were slower to join than usual, but it started picking up speed.

[Ga-ha]

[Hi hi]

[Why’d you start so late?]

[Time zones, duh]

“Guys, check this out. Soybean Paste Stew.”

[LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL]

[Wait, this is actually happening? LOLOLOL]

I focused the camera on the food on the table, then turned it back to me.

“The problem is this.”

—Plop.

What my fork picked up was a huge chunk of meat.

[LOLOLOL who mixed that into Korean food?]

[Mr. Han, hurry up and try it. Isn’t it galbi?]

“What are you talking about, galbi?”

[LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL]

[Oh LOL, it’s Arab-style galbi]

[Ding!]

[Red Parade has sponsored 1,000,000 won]

[Wait, what? I didn’t say to add steak]

[Chulbong, welcome!]

[This is the chef’s ultimate steak]

[What matters is the unyielding steak]

[OMG, the legendary steak]

It was clearly a well-cooked steak.

“But isn’t it a national rule to want sausage as a side dish for a healthy breakfast?”

[LOLOLOL true]

[Top-tier steak has become a sausage side dish LOL]

[Why does calling it a sausage side dish feel so heartwarming LOLOLOL]

The smell of Soybean Paste Stew made me hungry, so I scooped a big spoonful.

As I said, there were big chunks of tofu in it.

“Could’ve sliced some red chili peppers for a nice touch. Feels like it’s missing 2%.”

[Bangjang-nim, you’re asking for a lot from Dubai LOL]

“Let’s start the morning mukbang.”

─Slurp.

After blowing on the hot tofu to cool it down, I shoved it straight into my mouth.

“Mmm. Tasty. Not as good as what I had in Korea, but still pretty decent.”

[Damn, the room master is eating like a champ.]

[I usually skip breakfast, but now I’m craving it.]

[Even a pretty girl like her eats soybean paste stew so well.]

The salty flavor hit me, so I stuffed some white rice into my mouth, chewed it around, and then grabbed some kimchi.

“When your mouth feels too healthy, this is the way to go.”

I picked up a fork and knife and sliced off a big piece of steak.

“And then you spread the sauce that’s plated on the side.”

─Chew chew.

“Ah. Steak as a side dish? Peak luxury, right?”

[LMAO, that’s some expensive meat as a side dish.]

[Ugh, I’m so hungry.]

Next up was a side dish of namul (seasoned vegetables).

“Hey, Chulbong. How did you even get spinach in the Middle East?”

─Chew chew.

“Not seasoned well. It’s a bit too salty.”

[LMAOOOOO, the chef’s crying like a dog.]

[HAHAHAHA, the head chef of a luxury hotel can’t even season spinach properly?]

“You guys dump parsley all over your noodles. But for Korean namul, you gotta sprinkle sesame seeds. Got it?”

[Don’t they not use sesame seeds abroad?]

[Mr. Han’s spitting facts.]

[Korean parsley = sesame seeds.]

[The room master’s hilarious LOL.]

As I kept eating, the most basic thing started bothering me.

“Why are the rice grains so separate? They’re long and big, but there’s no stickiness at all.”

I’d seen it online before, but I didn’t expect it to be this bad.

[That’s just how rice is in the Middle East.]

[That’s why they eat it with curry.]

“Look at this. The rice grains are so separate, they’re practically falling apart, just like your facial features.”

[Why are you roasting us so early in the morning? LOL.]

[Suddenly going in hard LOL.]

Despite jokingly complaining to the viewers, I was actually really happy. Even though I’d only had steak a couple of times, I was already tired of it, but eating it with rice made it feel like a side dish, so it went down easy.

“Still, it’s good. They must’ve added and then removed the spicy peppers when making the soybean paste stew. It’s got a nice kick.”

[If the room master’s happy, then it’s all good.]

I was fully focused on my breakfast when a white furball started rubbing its face against my left hand.

[White Ha.]

[Baekseol’s here, so cute LOL.]

[What’s she eating to be this cute in the morning?]

[Look at her rubbing her face on your hand, so adorable. She must really like the room master.]

“Baekseol, you’re awake?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you sleep well?”

“I had a dream about falling from the sky.”

“Ah…”

I think I get it. I woke up abruptly this morning because of Baekseol, and she must’ve rolled off and had that dream.

“So… do you want to eat?”

“I’m hungry.”

[Ding!]

I handed Baekseol a flower, and she started munching on it eagerly.

It started.

Munch munch, mumble mumble.

[Both are so cute lololol]

[Cute thing + cute thing = bliss]

“I’m not cute, I’m sexy. Baekseol is the one in charge of cuteness.”

[What the hell]

[Hmm, that sounds about right]

[You’re the cutest]

“Don’t ruin my appetite.”

“Master, take a picture.”

While chatting with the viewers, Baekseol suddenly brings in a flower petal.

It seemed like she was asking to dip the petal in steak sauce, just like we did on the plane.

“Hmm, wait a moment.”

I turned my phone and lightly applied steak sauce to the inside of the petal, then gave it to Baekseol.

If I hadn’t done this, I might have been accused of animal abuse for feeding steak sauce to a rabbit.

“Is it tasty?”

“Yes.”

[Why did you turn the phone?]

[What what what why did you turn it?]

“Kids, there’s such a thing.”

They show great interest in even the smallest things. Sometimes it’s overwhelming, but now I feel it as the viewers’ affection and I’m accepting it.

“Phew, that was delicious.”

“I’m full.”

“Baekseol, is there enough food?”

“Yes.”

[I ordered a meal because of the room master]

[I ordered too lololol]

After finishing the meal, I looked at the clock and it was still morning. Grandfather Kamar said the party would start in the afternoon, so there was still plenty of time.

“Guys, I’m going out for a smoke, so play with Baekseol.”

[Now Baekseol is the room master]

[Send Baekseol to the National Assembly!]

“Baekseol, play with these uncles here, okay?”

“Yes.”

After petting Baekseol once, I was about to go out for a smoke when I saw the chat messages flooding in.

[You’re not an uncle, you’re a ten-year-old]

[At least call me uncle]

[To Baekseol, you guys are all grandpas, you brats, uncles are gentlemen lololol]

[I didn’t know that, by Baekseol’s standards, aren’t we elves?]

“There are so many room elves. Shave your beards, brats.”

[Why are you hitting me!!!!!!!]

“Pfft.”

After giving the viewers a little stroke, I headed outside.

Of course, smoking indoors was prohibited, but since it was an expensive hotel, there were smoking rooms on each floor.

“Damn, even the smoking area here is gold-plated.”

─Click, click.

“Phew─.”

Sitting down on the chair in the smoking room and exhaling smoke, the room quickly became hazy.

At the same time, the exhaust fan started running. It seemed like there was some kind of sensor installed.

As I was idly smoking, a person entered the smoking room—a white-haired old gentleman who fit the description of a distinguished elder.

“Hello? Good morning.”

“Ah, yes. Good morning.”

“Looks like you’re on a trip, huh?”

“That’s right. I’m a traveler.”

While smoking a cigarette, I had a casual chat with an old gentleman.

“I’m a smoker too. How about we swap a cigarette?”

The cigarette the old man handed over was a much smaller cigar than the one Grandfather Kamar gave me.

“Mine’s just a regular cigarette you can buy anywhere.”

“That’s fine.”

“Well, then let’s swap.”

The cigarette I received was slightly longer and chunkier than a regular one.

—Click, click.

I tried to light the cigar in my mouth, but it didn’t catch as easily as I thought.

—Poof!

“This one lights up nicely.”

The crisp sound of a lighter lid. Seems like cigar smokers each carry one around.

“Phew—. This is heavy and really good.”

“You know your tobacco well.”

After sharing a cigarette and some idle chat with the old gentleman, I returned to the room.

[Chara-nda chara-nda Baekseol]

[Our Baekseol is doing great]

When I opened the door and entered, Baekseol was standing on her hind legs, flapping her front paws like she was dancing, and the viewers were hyped.

[Kya, this is freaking hilarious lololol]

[For real, so adorable]

“I’m back, elves.”

[Lol, they’re hitting again as soon as you arrive lololol]

[Oh, caught one, what are you gonna do? lololol]

“I didn’t know our viewers were elves, huh?”

Our viewers always have such great reactions, so hitting them feels satisfying too.

[No, seriously Baekseol, hit the room master, he’s so annoying lololol]

[Too scared to hit them lol]

“I saw other rooms making fan names for their viewers. Should we make one too?”

[Suddenly?]

[Oh, sounds good. What should it be?]

[Yeah, it’ll give a sense of belonging]

“How about ‘Hairy-legged Elves’?”

[Lol, seriously lololol]

[Who the hell brought up elves? I’ll kill them]

“Shortened to ‘Hairy Elves’.”

[Seriously, why ‘Hairy’?]

[You crazy, is that the problem?]

[This is chaos lololol]