[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 216

“Here, you can wrap the chili sauce in an egg crepe and eat it.”

“Why is the sauce so thick?”

“I guess they made it thick on purpose for making egg rolls. They probably added cornstarch.”

“I want to eat kimchi stew.”

The endless grumbling of two uncles sitting at the table keeps coming.

“How is sauce a side dish for rice?”

“I want to eat soybean paste stew.”

[LOLOLOL]

[The stew monster wants to give a chestnut punch LOL]

[Why does Ga-eul look the most mature LOL]

“Are you going to keep grumbling in front of the viewers?”

“No, ahem. I’m just doing it because it’s delicious.”

“Soondubu stew… *cough*!”

When I poked Uncle Gwak Jin’s side with a fork as he was stabbing the sauce, he glanced around and then stuffed an egg roll into his mouth.

“Hmm. The rice is like a snack, tangy and sweet.”

“They probably added lemon juice to the sauce to cut through the richness since there’s cheese in the eggs.”

The uncles’ tastes are literally traditional Korean tastes.

“Then, let’s just eat quickly and get up.”

“Huh? Is that okay?”

The two of them look at me with sparkling eyes.

It’s the brightest expression I’ve seen since I got here.

“Director Kang said it too, you know. We’re not just here to show only the good stuff.”

“Really? Then, should we call it a day?”

“I’ve been full for a while now. Let’s get up.”

“I’ll grab some groceries here and make something spicy back at the dorm.”

“Yay!”

“Ga-eul, hooray!”

After finishing the payment, we step outside and see a quiet cityscape.

“It’s a quiet city.”

“Since we rushed to the restaurant as soon as we said we were hungry, I’m only now noticing it.”

While patting my full belly and looking around with the uncles, Director Kang steps forward.

“Flagstaff is a city located at 7,000 feet above sea level. That’s why it’s hot in summer and gets a lot of snow in winter.”

“Oh, so that’s why it’s so hot? What an interesting place.”

“They don’t use the metric system? Crazy.”

“Uncle, it’s 2,000 meters.”

“Ga-eul really knows her stuff.”

“The metric system is the way to go.”

“Ugh.”

This city’s altitude is similar to Hallasan.

If it were just a bit higher, the filming crew might’ve gotten severe altitude sickness. Some already look a bit pale, and it seems to be getting worse.

“Anyone here feeling a headache or nausea? Including the filming staff.”

“Why are you suddenly asking that?”

“The altitude here is high, so altitude sickness could be a big problem. It comes on slower than you think. It’s been a few hours since we arrived, so those with weaker constitutions might start feeling it.”

Even after asking, no one responds.

This is the problem with the team. Even though some clearly look unwell, they’re trying to tough it out.

“Young director with the headset over there.”

“Huh? Me?”

“Yes, you. Do you have diabetes?”

“….Yes. I’m the sound director. But how did you know I have diabetes?”

“Your face suddenly turned red.”

Even in this situation, the camera director, with his outstanding professionalism, turns the camera toward the sound director.

“We came up quickly by car, right? If acute mountain sickness is left untreated, it can lead to pulmonary edema and cerebral edema.”

“You mean water filling up in the lungs and brain?”

“Yep.”

Only then does a deep sense of confusion appear on the sound director’s face.

“But why did you ask about diabetes?”

“Because blood pressure and blood sugar are important at high altitudes.”

The sound director, who had been adjusting the sound non-stop with headphones on, approaches me.

“Then should I go to the hospital?”

“If it gets worse, of course. 90% of deaths from altitude sickness are due to pulmonary edema.”

Pretending to rummage through my bag, I pull out some medicine from the storage space and hand it over. The sound director awkwardly accepts it.

“Altitude sickness isn’t treated, it’s prevented. Split that in half and take only half a pill if your condition worsens.”

“What is this?”

“Sildenafil. You should actually take acetazolamide, but I don’t have a prescription for that, and I can’t give you what I was prescribed.”

“What’s sildenafil?”

“It’s like candy that tastes like Viagra.”

“Gasp.”

All medications should be taken in doses appropriate to body weight. That’s the rule.

Because any medicine can become poison. Medicine and poison are just a thin line apart.

Toxicology, which I’ve been reading habitually whenever I’m bored, also emphasizes that point.

Used properly, it’s medicine. Overused, it’s poison.

“Director, do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Then, if it keeps growing, it’ll be tough.”

“…..”

“Hmm… Should I give you a photo to use as a side dish?”

“…..No.”

[Look at this wording lololol]

[Reading the room….⚆_⚆]

[Why is that guy hesitating?]

[Hang him!!!!!!!!!!!]

[Hey, this isn’t that kind of room]

“Let me know if you need anything.”

“….Yes.”

[Wait??? Did he just say yes? What the hell]

ㄴThis user has been blocked.

[What a crazy girl lololol]

Although off-label, the vasodilating effect of sildenafil means that taking Viagra in low doses can be effective for altitude sickness.

“That’s not Viagra, is it?”

[????]

[You just said it was Viagra]

“If it were Viagra, it’d be a violation of medical law. It’s candy that tastes like Viagra.”

[What kind of messed-up candy is that?]

[Under emergency medical laws, good-faith medical acts are generally okay for civilians]

“There was so much malice.”

[Are you trying to start a fight lol]

[The room master is so funny lol]

“Ga-eul, you’re really good at chatting with the viewers all by yourself.”

“Yeah.”

“Must be an occupational hazard.”

[Lol, true]

Suddenly, I look around and realize I’m not alone—I’m here with two others.

I feel a sense of pride when I see myself naturally chatting away with viewers, even without consciously trying.

“But, Ga-eul, are you majoring in medicine? How do you know so much about it?”

“I guess it’s because I enjoy reading books. I also study on my own.”

“What kind of books do you read?”

“Toxicology, it’s about poisons.”

“Uh, uh… Really? T-toxicology?”

[Awkward glance….◑_◑;]

[LOL]

“Ah, ah─ Father of Poisons, Paracelsus, hear me!”

[Our Bangjang is at it again LOL]

[Already in cool mode?]

[This kid is truly one of a kind LOL]

“Huh?”

Just as I was about to wrap things up and suggest we go grocery shopping at the Korean mart, something quickly approaching caught my attention.

Thud!

As I reached out my palm towards Uncle Kwakjin’s face, a ball flew into my hand.

“A basketball?”

“Ball!”

“Baekseol, the ball is here.”

When I handed an ice ball to Baekseol, who was swatting at the basketball with her front paws, she grabbed it and climbed on top of my head.

The chill from the ancient ice ball made my scalp tingle. If this keeps up, I might end up with a bald spot.

“Ouch, that scared me. Ga-eul, are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

Even after looking at the ball in my hand again, it’s still a basketball.

Following the trajectory of the ball, I turned my gaze and saw people waving at us from inside the fenced basketball court.

“Hey, throw the ball over here!”

“Alright.”

Whoosh.

I lightly tossed it, and the basketball flew with a swishing sound.

Bang!

The basketball made a loud noise as it got stuck in the iron fence.

“Self-taught brats with no manners. Throw the ball like that one more time, and I’ll shove a cactus up your— Ugh!”

[Whoosh!!!]

[Bangjang is causing trouble again!!!]

“Haha. Oh my, let’s just finish what we were doing.”

“Our kid must have eaten a bull or something. Haha, let’s hurry and take care of Ga-eul and go.”

“Damn brats, not even apologizing— Ugh!!”

“Oh my, our Ga-eul. You’re so good, right? Let’s hurry and go grocery shopping. Uncle said he’ll make something spicy for you.”

Uncle Woo-hyuk, who covered my mouth, gave a look to the staff, and Director Kang nodded, quickly finishing the preparations to retreat.

“Manseung, where did you say the Korean mart was?”

“I think it’s in that direction. Let’s hurry.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

“Ugh! Ugh!!”

“Hurry up!”

[LOL This bull-like guy charges at everything he sees]

[LOLOLOL]

***

“Wow, I never dreamed I’d be cooking and eating in a place like this.”

“Right, bro, you made a ton of money and did nothing with it. It all just rotted away, didn’t it?”

“Is that something you should be saying?”

“We’re both the same.”

“An actor and a COO are the same, huh?”

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Tap tap. Tap tap.

Every time I continue chopping, a cheerful sound echoes from the cutting board. It naturally lifts my mood.

“Can’t even see their hands when they chop like that.”

“I thought my eyes were getting blurry with age.”

As the uncles said, it feels overwhelming to be in the presence of such vast nature.

“Walking on forgotten paths, shaking off dusty memories. Under the faint sky, filled with longing, I whisper songs of old love ♪”

“Isn’t that your song?”

“Yeah, it’s an old one. How do they even know it?”

Cooking in a place where a cool, refreshing breeze blows, the melody just flows out naturally.

“Following light footsteps, I travel to a small city buried in time, where I meet the old dreams waiting for me ♪”

The camera director, who was absentmindedly filming me, starts fiddling with the camera as I begin humming.

“Listening to it live is just amazing. How can they sing a child’s song so well? Wow, seriously.”

“So good.”

[ (((( ]

[ )))) ]

[ (((( ]

[It’s our Ga-eul]

[Kya, the songbird is on!]

“Like the wind blowing by the window, I ride the sad melody of farewell, following the memories of love on an endless journey ♪”

“At the end of the journey, I meet you, quietly hold your hand, and close my eyes. We listen to a song filled with faint longing and dream of eternity ♪”

As the humming ends, so does the cooking.

Looking around, everyone is staring at me.

“Uncles, let’s eat. I made a lot, so staff uncles, come join us too.”