The Outsider Omega Wants to Be Alone! Chapter 11

A radiant glow shone from Kim Wooju’s smiling face. A person who gives you food is a good person.

Watching Yuseong hug the tiramisu tightly to his chest without realizing it, Kim Wooju smiled with satisfaction.

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“It’s really delicious.”

Yuseong, who had taken a spoonful of tiramisu, murmured without realizing it.

The harmony of the smooth sweetness of the mascarpone cream and the biscuits soaked in fragrant espresso was exquisite. Yuseong, a food lover who enjoyed anything edible, especially adored sweet things. He had devoured various desserts and chain-store tiramisus, but this was the first time he had tasted a tiramisu this delicious.

The tiramisu of a lifetime.

‘That tteokgalbi last time was really delicious too.’

Tteokgalbi, tiramisu. And actually, it wasn’t just the tteokgalbi—the soup had been refreshing and perfectly seasoned as well.

‘He’s really good at cooking.’

Yuseong absentmindedly recalled the owner cooking in the kitchen with his thick forearms exposed. Someone who had even studied cooking abroad was indeed different. Usually, he seemed slick and even a bit scatterbrained, but seeing how well he cooked made him look like a different person.

With the teaspoon in his mouth, Yuseong stared at the sink in his studio apartment. The sink was very clean. One shouldn’t hold the prejudice that only a person who is good at organizing and cleaning can maintain a clean sink. It can be clean even if it’s not used. In other words, Lee Yuseong absolutely, never, did not cook.

Lee Yuseong was terrible at cooking.

/ Title: I tried making steamed egg

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This is my first time making it, what do you think?

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(Comments)

1 ?????? Didn’t you just make a bomb?

⤷ (Author) It’s steamed egg though

2 Dude, what do you have to do for an egg to end up looking like that?

3 lollolAh the biggest laugh I’ve had today

4 It’s always these jerks showing off pretending they can cook

⤷ (Author) I’ve never pretended though. What kind of jerks are you referring to?

⤷ You’re pretending right now, whatlol I mean jerks like you, you bastard

⤷ (Author) I am not your offspring. I am the offspring of my father and mother.

⤷ This guy’s a psycho bastard

⤷ (Author) Then are you a psycho, or a patho?

⤷ Ah, I saw this while passing by and it’s hilarious, I was wondering what ‘patho’ was all aboutlol

It was like this. Yet, in the days when he still had some passion, he had persistently tried posting on internet cooking pages, but people’s reactions were always the same.

There were occasional malicious commenters, and Yuseong, bewildered as to why they would write such comments, would reply with sincere curiosity, but he often only ended up being called a nutcase or laughed at.

“Mirai. Parai. Pairi.”

After murmuring quietly, Yuseong took another spoonful of tiramisu. It melted softly in his mouth.

He couldn’t resist. He was someone who avoided drinking coffee at night, but eating such delicious tiramisu without coffee felt like a sin.

Yuseong sprang up from his spot, opened the cupboard, and grabbed a single-serve drip coffee, whatever his hand touched first. Then, while boiling water in the electric kettle, he muttered.

“Momento had a nice coffee aroma too.”

The coffee is probably delicious too, right?

As he poured hot water over the drip bag, he recalled the owner once more. Compared to Lee Yuseong, who was a disaster at cooking, the owner was a cooking genius, a god of cooking, a guardian of cooking.

Of course, an unsavory incident had occurred today, but avoiding him out of embarrassment over such a thing would mean losing the crumbs of cake that fell from him, which were far too tempting.

‘If I keep working at Momento, can I keep eating delicious food?’

It was an almost certain deduction.

‘…But I’m quitting in two weeks.’

The dishes he had served to customers also came to mind one by one.

Mentaiko cream pasta with pollock roe on top of savory-smelling cream pasta, gambas containing thick shrimp served with freshly sliced baguette, french fries wafting with the scent of truffle he was smelling for the first time in his life, open toast layered with thinly sliced high-quality jamón and Italian cheese, Basque cheesecake and egg tarts in the showcase, cookies studded with large chocolate chips, fluffy-looking French toast and pancakes on which butter gently melted…

‘I want to try them all.’

To have to leave a place like that. A wave of melancholy seemed to wash over him.

“Oh!”

While his mind was elsewhere, the hot water overflowed outside the cup. Startled, Yuseong tried to put down the electric kettle and knocked over the cup with his elbow. The coffee cup overturned, and hot water along with the drip bag spilled onto the top of his foot.

“Ah, ah, hot!”

Flustered, he pulled his foot back, recoiling.

Yuseong frowned and clutched his burning foot. The top of his foot was bright red.

Bzzzzt. At a time like this, of all times, his cell phone started vibrating too.

What should I do? Unsure of what to do for a moment, he answered the phone first. He was too rattled to check the caller’s name.

“Hello?”

Lee Yuseong? Why does your voice sound like that?

“Huh? Oh, I just spilled something hot on my foot….”

What?

A loud shout burst from the other end of the receiver. He belatedly held the phone away, but the inside of his ear was already ringing.

Hey! Who answers the phone in a situation like this?

“Well, because the phone was ringing.”

Then you should just hang up. The person who made the call was getting angry at the person who answered—it was a truly absurd situation.

Cold water! Did you spray cold water on it?

“Why would I use cold water….”

You idiot! You said it’s hot. Hurry up and spray cold water on it!

Lee Yuseong, who was not a careless person by nature, found the words of the person on the phone unfamiliar. But he couldn’t ignore the words of someone making a bigger fuss than he was, so he went to the bathroom without asking why.

Don’t spray the shower directly, let it run down your shin like it’s flowing!

“Can you stop yelling?”

Is that kind of thing important right now?

My ears are about to break because of you.

But since he was right, Yuseong turned the faucet to the cold side and turned on the shower. As he let the water flow down his shin, the top of his foot stung maddeningly. In that short time, the top of his foot had swollen up bright red.

“Huh.”

Why! Why are you acting like that? Is there a problem?

“No, my foot is….”

I’m dying of frustration here. Can’t you just hurry up and tell me?

Should I just hang up the phone? A flicker of irritation arose, but for now, his attention was focused on his stinging foot. Only then could Yuseong feel his startled heart pounding wildly.

“The top of my foot is swollen.”

Is it a burn?

Ah, so this is a burn. It hurts like hell.

“I guess so?”

Ha, I’m going crazy. Are you talking about someone else’s business?

Yuseong, including Yuseong’s family, were all generally calm and prudent people. They didn’t move hastily or act rashly, so even the minor accidents that others commonly experience didn’t happen to them. Things like touching something hot, getting cut by a knife, or bumping into a corner, for instance.

Because of this, seeing a burn, let alone experiencing one himself, was a first for Yuseong.

After becoming aware of it, the pain was beyond imagination. If he moved the shower slightly away because the cold water made his foot cold, the affected area ached unbearably.

“Haa…”

How bad is it? What did you spill?

“Water boiled from the electric kettle.”

Are you crazy?

Another yell burst out. Yuseong, who had once again moved his phone far away, was finally able to check the caller. The person who had called and was ranting and raving was Choi Jigu.

I used polite speech for nothing. Annoyed, Yuseong changed his attitude.

“Hey, stop yelling.”

You’re suddenly dropping the honorifics. You’re the one doing crazy things.

“What crazy things did I do? Did I do this on purpose?”

Ha, forget it. Fine, whatever. How bad is it? Does it look like it’s going to peel off?

Does it look like it’s going to peel off? How could he say something so scary?

A chill ran down his spine. Yuseong removed the shower, bent over, and examined the top of his foot. It was red and swollen, but didn’t seem to have blistered. He didn’t have the courage to poke it with his finger, so he gave a rough answer.

“I don’t think a blister has formed.”

No, how can you tell from just that?