[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 228

I put my heart into it, and a dish more amazing than I expected was born.

Ding!

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“So this is how it works.”

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“Nice. Baekseol, you worked hard. Thanks for helping.”

“Yay!”

With her small frame, she made ice and diligently carried the requested items, especially working hard.

When I patted Baekseol’s back, she flipped over and showed her belly.

“Baekseol, can you go call the uncles?”

“Okay!”

Baekseol hopped down and ran towards the yard door with a pet door installed.

Being a rabbit that creates ice balls with magic, her stamina is unmatched.

While Baekseol was in the yard, I moved the prepared dishes, and soon the yard door opened.

“Is the food already done?”

“Yep!”

“Your disciple is incredibly fast.”

“Eat!”

Through the open door, a muscular man and a mischievous-looking man entered, followed by an angel with golden eyes strolling in leisurely.

“My kids, let’s eat.”

“Oh, smells delicious!”

Son Goku rushed in first with Baekseol perched on his shoulder.

Thwack!

“Ow!”

“Don’t grab with your hands, sit over there.”

When I smacked Son Goku’s hand reaching for the food, he pouted.

“Mean.”

“Sit down before I shove the Ruyi Jingu Bang up your nose while you sleep.”

“Uh, uh…”

Son Goku obediently walked to the living room and sat in front of the table laden with food.

Meanwhile, I handed a liquor bottle to the approaching angel, who carefully accepted it.

“Sunny, open that for me.”

“Is this alcohol?”

“Yeah. It’s wine from Grandfather.”

“Impressive.”

Grandfather Kamar regularly sends us alcohol, and we’ve accumulated so much in the storage space that even after years of drinking, there’s still plenty left.

Now’s the perfect time to open a premium wine.

“There’s a lot of greasy meat dishes, so it’ll pair well with wine.”

“Understood.”

Since some might not like wine, I also brought out beer to complete the preparations.

“Phew.”

With the beer in hand and the last dish, I headed to the table where everyone was sitting, looking at me with bright eyes.

It seems the fun meal will start once I sit down.

“Thanks for coming, everyone.”

They all nodded, each taking their seat.

“This is like a tradition from my hometown. When you settle into a new home, you invite close friends…”

“It’s like an event where you call friends and enjoy food together.”

“That’s a good tradition.”

“Good job, Ga-eul.”

“You’re really good at cooking. Wow, look at that meat.”

“Nice!”

Whether it’s the rabbit or the divine being, everyone throws in a compliment or two.

I appreciate everyone’s thoughtfulness.

“Alright, let’s eat until we burst!”

“Woo-hoo!!”

Son Goku is the first to grab his chopsticks and shove food into his mouth.

Looks like he was really hungry.

*Munch, munch.*

“Mmm! Mmm!! Maiya!”

“Got it, swallow before you speak.”

“Mmm!”

It’s like he has cheek pouches like a real monkey, stuffing an insane amount of food in his mouth and chewing away.

“I made a lot because you guys eat so much, so eat up.”

“Leave it to us.”

Hercules nods his head every time he picks up food. He eats as tough as he looks.

Mostly reaching for the meat, it seems he doesn’t like vegetables much.

Next time, I’ll try to cater more to his taste.

“Delicious.”

“Glad to hear it.”

The angel next to me is also diligently moving their chopsticks. I thought they’d eat more modestly, but they’re eating better than expected.

Looking at their yellow outfit, I thought they’d eat like a chick pecking at feed, but surprisingly not.

*Clink.*

“Here, Baekseol, some salad.”

“Nice!”

Baekseol, being the brave rabbit she is, always eats well.

I’m proud that everyone’s enjoying the meal.

*Gulp, gulp.*

“Ugh…”

“What’s wrong?”

While everyone’s eating happily, Son Goku takes a sip of wine and makes a face.

“Rice and juice don’t go together.”

“Master, that’s alcohol.”

“This? It looks like fruit juice.”

Son Goku picks up the wine bottle and examines it closely.

Maybe his tongue is made of stone since he’s a stone monkey.

“Then, do you want to try this?”

I pull out soju from the storage space and hand it to him. He puts down the wine bottle and takes it.

*Click.*

He naturally twists open the soju cap.

Anyone watching would think he’s had soju before.

*Gulp, gulp, gulp.*

He takes a few swigs from the soju bottle, then makes a face again.

“Meh? Is this water?”

“Is your tongue made of stone?”

I rummage through the storage space and find a strong liquor.

If he doesn’t like this either, I might have to give him industrial-grade alcohol.

“Try this. A friend from Russia sent it. Just a heads-up, it’s really strong.”

It’s vodka that Nella sent, probably to assassinate me, so I stored it away.

While disinfectant ethyl alcohol is 80 proof, this vodka is over 90 proof.

“Oho.”

Son Goku takes the vodka and quickly pops the cap.

*Gulp, gulp, gulp. Gulp.*

“Ahhh! That’s good!”

“Is he insane?”

A third of the vodka is already gone.

Might as well inject alcohol straight into his veins at this point.

Well…

In contrast, Hercules is modestly blowing a horn with a wine bottle.

Only an angel can properly drink the wine that’s poured into the glass.

Gulp.

“Good wine.”

“Eat a lot, there’s plenty.”

“Yes. Autumn, have some too.”

“Yep. I’m eating.”

Haetnimu, who took a sip of wine, pushes her glass closer.

Ting!

As her glass lightly clinks, a clear glass sound spreads.

Gulp, gulp.

As expected of the wine sent by Grandfather Kamar, everything from the aroma to the smoothness is top-notch.

It especially pairs well with greasy meat.

After eating and drinking with good people for a while, the urge to smoke arises.

“Anyone want to go smoke?”

“Me!”

“I’ll go too.”

“Hercules doesn’t smoke.”

“Now I do.”

They must have picked up bad habits while playing outside.

They seemed to bicker at first, but now they seem like great buddies.

“What about Baekseol?”

“Eat!”

“She’s eating with Haetnimu. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay!”

Unintentionally, the non-smokers at the drinking party are left feeling lonely.

“I’ll stay with Baekseol. Go ahead.”

“Meow.”

Even in this situation, Son Goku, who seems to like the alcohol, gets up with a bottle of vodka.

The two men get up and head to the yard, where despite the air conditioning, the coolness is felt first, unlike the heated inside.

—Click, click.

“Whew— It’s already getting dark.”

Only after exhaling a puff of smoke does something feel off.

“Wasn’t there some kind of protective barrier around the house?”

Pointing to the yard with a cigarette in hand, the two divine beings nod simultaneously.

“Ariel removed it so we could build a house outside.”

“Huh? Really? Let’s just live inside.”

If Son Goku had done it, it would have been considered a mess, but since it was an angel, it seems fine.

Last time we checked, there was nothing much except wild animals.

“Are you going to build it with wood?”

“Just roughly. We’re not human, so getting a little wet won’t harm us.”

“Isn’t our house comfortable?”

This time, both nod simultaneously.

“When it’s hot, cool wind comes out, and when it’s dark, bright light comes out. I’ve never seen a more beautiful house.”

“Right? Just having a house brings mental stability.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. So let’s put more effort into building it. I’ll handle the fire and stuff.”

Looks like we need to do more shopping.

After holding onto brain lightning for so long, it seems using Astrafe, which keeps discharging, would be good.

According to Haetnimu, this will continue for at least a few hundred years, so it’s just right.

“We’ll need to buy an industrial transformer too.”

“Are you planning to do it all yourself?”

“Yeah. I have to. No one else will do it for me.”

Seeing the two nodding while smoking beside me makes me feel reassured.

Nope.

“What? There was a worker here?”

“Are you talking to us?”

“Who else would I be talking to?”

Son Goku points at himself, exhaling smoke as if he can’t believe it.

“Can you both use some strength?”

“Stating the obvious, huh.”

*Crackle!*

As Hercules flexes his muscles, the sound of thunder echoes.

“Son Goku, let’s use some strength too. We’ve been stuck in some weird place, wasting time, and now we’re gonna do the same here?”

“Hmm…”

“If that’s the case, there’s no difference between here and there.”

After pondering for a while, Son Goku slowly nods.

“Good point.”

As they both agree, they pull out a tablet, and the internet still works fine.

The fact that the date has changed to today is particularly striking.

The worries from before start to unravel a bit. Although it’s not entirely clear, it seems like the information is being updated and fixed from the day I arrived here.

It’s not real-time networking, but it seems like the latest information is being pulled and used.

Even the angel could only be added to the cart; ordering wasn’t possible.

“Phew—”

“What are you looking at? Playing a game?”

“Who’s smarter between the two of you?”

Suddenly, they face each other and point at themselves.

“Don’t fight, just do it together.”

If this keeps up, they’ll definitely fight. To stop them, I shove the tablet I was holding towards them, and finally, the staring contest ends.

“Study.”

“What?”

“Civil engineering and architecture. I’ll handle the electrical work.”

With a poke of a staff, mountains disappear, and a light punch can cause a nuclear explosion. Equipment probably isn’t necessary for these guys.

*Click.*

As the story continues, the sound of a door opening is heard from behind. It seems the angel and Baekseol have come out after a long cigarette break.

“Interior design is the angel’s job.”

“What were you talking about?”

“Cheerleader is the rabbit.”

“Nice!”

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“Feed my kids.”