Van Gogh Reborn! Chapter 117

I don't know how delicious this meat is, but about 30,000 won (23 USD) for 100g is too much. 

The large potato pizza, which weighs about 1kg, costs 28,000 won, and the tray jajangmyeon for two people is 16,000 won. 

This doesn't make sense. 

Uncle Bang lit the iron plate on the table. 

As I was observing the meat because I was suspicious, grandpa declared his surrender to Aunt Mirae 

“Do you get it now, teacher?” 

Aunt Mirae showed off her victory by stretching her shoulders. 

“If you treat me like this, someday your students will also do the same. Don't forget, you are a teacher now.”

“Just because I treat them equally like friends that don't mean they will lose their respect for me. Words are not needed to show respect to others.” 

“Just as thoughts follow actions, words and actions affect thoughts.” 

“Look. You're already teaching.” 

“Of course, before being your colleague, I'm your teacher.” 

“Come on, teacher!”

Uncle Bang checked the temperature of the iron plate by hand and finally opened the beef package named shrimp meat. 

“Shrimp meat?” 

“It's called that because it looks like a shrimp.” 

It's even more suspicious. 

I didn't enjoy eating beef, since it wasn't a food ingredient that was hard to access. 

When the cow in the village got old and died, it was slaughtered and shared, and other than that, it was not a very expensive ingredient, so it used to be used as a stew ingredient. 

I know what it tastes like because I have cut it and grilled it before. 

I know the taste, so I don't understand the irrationality of receiving 30,000 won per 100g of beef under the name of shrimp meat. 

SHRILLLL

Uncle Bang put beef on the heated grill. 

A savory smell comes up with the sound of the meat being cooked. 

“Come to think of it, when is the professor's retirement ceremony?” 

“What do you mean retirement ceremony? I don't want to disturb the schedules of my busy students.”

“What do you mean by that, teacher? Everyone is saying that your retirement ceremony is a reunion. So you have to do it.” 

“If you want to have a reunion, you can do it separately.” 

“Don't even dream about it, teacher. No one will miss the teacher's retirement ceremony. Most of the graduates will probably come?” 

I think there will be many people seeing how popular grandpa is. 

Uncle Bang flipped over the beef. 

The appearance is not very different, but it does not smell like meat I have tasted before, so I wonder if it is special. 

“Isn't that okay? The exhibition will also be held at the time of the retirement ceremony, right? It's been a long time since you had an exhibition.”

“Hmm.” 

“Consider it, teacher! There is a lot of works, too. We'll make room for it.”

“Let's think about it.”

“No, you can't think about it. You have to do it.”

“If you tell me, I'll look into it. I have always wanted to take charge of Professor's exhibition.” 

I think my grandfather is hesitating. 

“I also want to see grandpa's exhibition.” 

When I helped Uncle Bang and Aunt Mirae, grandpa agreed after exhaling a long breath. 

As Aunt Mirae said, I want him to let go of the burden he had as an educator and now want him to live his second life as an Artist. 

It would not be a bad idea for the retirement ceremony to be the return of Artist Ko Sooyeol. 

Uncle Bang held up the scissors. 

I wondered what he was doing with that, but suddenly he started to cut the meat. 

I was so surprised that I looked at the people around me, but no one thinks it was weird. 

I can't believe he's cutting the meat with scissors. 

It's an unexpected idea. 

I didn't know when I ate pork meat because it was cut into small-sized pieces. 

Now that I think about it, that should have been also cut with scissors. 

“It's ready.” 

Uncle Bang placed the meat on the plate and put it on the table. 

Grandpa and Aunt Mirae took one piece each. 

“It's delicious.” 

Aunt Mirae made a fuss and picked up another piece and dipped it in the sauce. 

“Hun, go ahead and eat,” 

Uncle Bang urged me to pick up. 

I dipped some sauce in it like Aunt Mirae and put it in my mouth. 

Is this really beef? 

Unlike the tough meat I ate in my previous life, this meat is juicy and the flesh is tender. 

The rich flavor of the juicy meat fills the mouth. 

There is no bad odor in it. 

The intenseness of the sticky juice of the melted fat is as noble as a Baroque palace.

“It's delicious, right?” 

I couldn't answer Sihyeon's question easily. 

How can I conclude this great food with a simple word like 'delicious'? 

This meat has the same taste as Rembrandt's light and shadow. 

The meat that melts on the tongue functions like a shadow that emphasizes his delicate strokes, and the juice that bursts out like his light. 

Oh, let's be thankful. 

Let's thank the cow for being such great meat and decorating the dinner table. 

Cow works in the fields, cow gives milk to humans, and after dying, they become such wonderful food. 

I don't know your name, but thank you very much. 

Thank you for allowing me to eat the fine flesh you've grown all your life. 

“Why are you crying, Hun?” 

Sihyeon asked in a surprised voice. 

“What, why are you crying? Hun,” 

Grandpa asks in a confused voice while wiping my tears. 

“It's because of joy.” 

Forgive me for eating you. 

Forgive me for being happy while eating you. 

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Indeed, I am happy to eat you. 

“You're touched, aren't you?” 

Yes. 

I'm touched at this moment, at the meat of this holy creature. 

When Ko Hun, who was celebrating his birthday, cried, the hearts of those watching him ached. 

For Ko Hun, who lost his memory after an unfortunate accident, today will be like his first birthday. 

It was a pity that they were so happy just to get together and have dinner together. 

“It's so delicious,” said Ko Hun, and the people who looked at the boy pitifully froze for a moment. 

“How can it be so delicious? The texture, aroma, and juice are so delicious.” 

“Pft.” 

Jang Mirae burst into laughter. 

“You really made my heart stop for a moment. Did you think about the beef?” 

“What?” 

“You scared me, Little punk.” 

Ko Sooyeol laughed one more time, jokingly scolding his grandson. 

Bang Tae quickly took some meat and said, 

“It's good, right? It's an improved breed.” 

“What's an improved breed?” 

Ko Hun tilted his head at a word he heard for the first time. 

“It's a repetition of mating cows whose meat is delicious. They are not used in farming or they are milked. They are grown to eat them deliciously.” 

Ko Hun opened his eyes wide. 

The idea of artificially breeding a life just to eat delicious meat was shocking. 

However, such worries became trivial when the beef was put into the mouth once more. 

The boy thought that all he could do was thank the cow. 

After a touching dinner, Ko Hun went into the living room and was greatly surprised to find the recovery capsule he had experienced at Henry Marceau's mansion was installed. 

“Grandpa.” 

“Don't use it too often” 

As Aunt Mirae said, resting is also important. Trusting this, if you try to stay up all night, I'll throw it away.” 

“Hun, good for you. Isn't this very expensive?” 

“What is this?” 

Jang Mirae and Cha Sihyeon looked at the recovery capsule up and down. 

Ko Hun looked up at his smiling grandfather and felt emotional. 

After being disowned by his father and uncle in his previous life, he was always treated as a problem child of the family, and he was ignored by all his siblings other than his brother Theodore.

He felt lonely throughout his life. 

The only thing that soothed his loneliness during his last days was the letter from his younger brother. 

But now it was different.

He was surrounded by people who really loved him 

“Thank you.” 

Michelle Platini, who was working late, stretched. 

She was planning a tour of Europe by collecting Henry Marceau's representative works, in addition to running the Marceau Gallery. 

Since she was in charge of the entire exhibition from decorating the exhibition hall to finding sponsors, she felt like it wouldn't be possible even if she possessed 12 bodies. 

However, looking at Henry Marceau's self-portrait made her laugh for no reason. 

“Shall we do the rest tomorrow?” 

Michelle turned off the lights in the office. 

Employees have long since left work, so only the indicator lights inside the gallery should be on, but a light leaked from Henry Marceau's office on the other side. 

Michelle opened the door in wonder. 

Henry was making a serious face in front of the computer. 

“What are you doing?” 

“…come here.” 

Michelle shrugged and headed toward him. 

On the monitor, 766 Self-portraits of Henry Marceau, which had been digitized, were displayed as files. 

Looking at his portfolio, she wondered if he wanted to add a piece to the tour. 

“What? Are you going to add more?” 

“Choose one.”

Michelle chose [Henry Marceau 285] while sweeping down the screen. 

Like an Egyptian mural, it was a unique self-portrait painted with only eyes facing the front. 

“This one,” 

Henry nodded after thinking one more time. 

“All right.” 

“What are you going to do?”

“Present for that little brat's birthday.” 

“Little brat? Hun?” 

“Who else?” 

“So you want to give this as a gift?” 

Henry nodded and Michelle frowned. 

Hun hated him sending a series of [Marceau's Jewel], so she was confused when she heard that he would send a self-portrait as a birthday present. 

“I think he'll hate it.” 

Michelle shrugged and sat on the sofa. 

“How about something normal?” 

Henry turned to Michelle's suggestion. 

He folded his arms as if asking her to continue talking. 

“He seems to like coloring books.”

“Anybody can give that as a gift.” 

“He'll like it more than your self-portrait.” 

“No way.” 

Michelle shook her head. 

She knew very well that he would never change his decision. 

“So, when is his birthday?” 

“June 23rd.”

Chapter end