Chapter 2
YouTube, currently the most popular video platform.
At first, I thought of YouTube.
It really was more suitable to edit and upload it without showing the entire lengthy cooking process.
As if to prove that, there are already plenty of cooking YouTubers.
I thought the comments left on videos counted as a kind of reaction, so maybe they would be enough.
‘But something feels lacking.’
Maybe it’s because some old-fashioned part of me still thinks watching the process is an enjoyable experience, as the phrase “live cooking” suggests.
Something about showing it after editing felt off.
And then.
“Ugh…. I don’t want to take customers, but I want their reactions…. What a horrifying chimera this is.”
YouTube doesn’t have live reactions.
Of course it has a live feature, but that’s basically streaming.
I want an immediate ‘Jian-sang, omedetou, clap clap.’
Is this what they call a quiet attention seeker?
The conclusion I reached was internet broadcasting.
But would this work?
I went to a famous platform and scrolled through its list of broadcasts.
No matter how long I searched, there wasn’t a single cooking stream in sight.
‘Wait.’
There is one. A cooking stream. With viewers in the thousands, no less!
I barged in drooling like Jojo seeing a married woman, but it was a famous game streamer’s cooking stream.
Not a cooking stream. A famous game streamer’s.
The more I watched, the more realistic YouTube seemed.
No, obviously. If this had any promise, wouldn’t someone have done it already?
What’s fun about staring blankly at something you can’t even eat?
Negative thoughts came pouring in.
But Kim Ji-an was a manly man. In this life, I’d decided to live however I pleased.
Even if I can’t eat it, I’ll go for it.
‘Viewers, huh.’
I remembered the restaurant from my previous life.
Roughly two people per table, and twenty if it was full.
But it’s my first time, so around ten should be fine, right?
It wasn’t like I needed a lot of attention to begin with. I just needed a little.
With that realization came a flood of thoughts like, ‘Could I really not even get that much?’
It felt like someone behind me was saying, ‘The road ahead is hell, kid.’
While someone else in front was shouting, ‘I can do it! If it were me, I could!’
Better in front than behind. Mm-hmm.
Like striking while the iron was hot, I started preparing immediately.
I mounted the phone I used for gaming on the kitchen side, at a position where it would show roughly my upper body and the counter.
I checked twice, three times, that my face wasn’t in frame.
My face was still a little….
‘Damn long-nosed bastard. I still remember that “Asian monkey” crap.’
He praised the chef’s cooking, then took one look at my face and suddenly started hurling insults.
Enough with the negativity.
But what should I make?
It was basically a cooking stream, but it couldn’t be too difficult or unfamiliar.
It would take too long, and the viewers wouldn’t know what it tasted like.
After agonizing over the menu for quite some time, I realized an even bigger problem.
“Right. The fridge.”
The fridge was neat and empty, aside from the vegetables. It wasn’t completely devoid of frozen ingredients, but if I’d started the stream right away, I would’ve had to spend ages thawing them.
Let’s go to the market first. I’ll decide on the menu while I look around.
***
As expected, the stares were pretty burdensome. I understood, but I couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable.
Following their gazes, I lowered my own and saw breasts so ample I couldn’t even see the floor.
Even if I’d been a man, I don’t think I could’ve resisted looking.
Even seeing them again, their size was unbelievable. Wouldn’t even a woman be unable to resist?
When I was a man, seeing big breasts just made me go “oh-ho-ho,” but now that I owned them, they were terribly uncomfortable.
My shoulders and lower back hurt every day, and whenever I spilled food, it always ended up on my clothes.
Worst of all was the sweat pooling beneath my breasts.
Ugh. They already feel clammy.
Ah. Or is it not just a feeling?
Still, aren’t they staring a little too much?
Friends, you’re going to bore holes in my chest. Though I have all three of you.
While I was having useless thoughts.
“Excuse me.”
“Yes?”
A fairly handsome man approached me with a confident expression.
‘Again. What is he going to say this time?’
“I’m really not usually like this, but you’re exactly my type.”
Mm~ same old flavor.
“Yes. But I am usually like this, so take care.”
Leaving the dumbfounded man behind, I pushed my cart around the supermarket.
‘Meat would probably be the safest choice.’
I headed to the butcher counter first.
“Let’s see. Something at a decent price.”
I feel this every time I look, but isn’t meat way too expensive?
Maybe it’s because I first think of the prices when buying in bulk or from suppliers.
Buying it at an ordinary supermarket or butcher shop felt pretty expensive.
‘Can’t be helped.’
If I bought in bulk, its freshness would become an issue, and I didn’t consume enough on a regular basis to set up a fixed supplier.
Looking at the meat here and there, the pork shoulder looked to be in pretty good condition.
‘In that case, it has to be that, right?’
The quality was good, but none was packaged the way I wanted, so I went over to the man trimming the meat.
A man with a warm, kindly-looking face. Good vibes.
“Boss~”
“Yes. Welcome. What can I get you?”
“I didn’t see any skin-on pork shoulder among what you had out front. Could I get about one geun, please?”
“Some came in today, and it’s in great shape. You’ve got a good eye, miss. Just wait a moment.”
The shop owner went into the storage room.
After waiting a moment, he came out carrying a chunk of meat.
“Planning to eat it as boiled pork?”
“No, I’m making jeyuk. Thinly sliced, please.”
“Got it. Just wait a moment.”
Before long, he handed me a bag brimming with meat.
“It’s 650 grams, but since you’re pretty, I’ll charge you the price of one geun.”
This boss knows how to do business. You’ve got talent. Keep it up exactly like that.
“Hahaha…. Thank you. Sell lots.”
“Sure. Enjoy your meal.”
Nice. Being pretty really is the best. It’s always thrilling and new.
***
After turning down countless requests for handshakes, I made it safely back to the shop.
Since I was hungry, I set aside 200 grams to eat right away and divided the rest into 150-gram portions before sending them straight into the fridge.
I also took out the vegetables I’d need for cooking in advance.
It was already getting close to dinnertime.
Jeyuk made by a beauty like me at dinnertime? How is anyone supposed to resist this?
I set up the camera again, checked that my face wasn’t showing,
and put on a mask just in case.
My outfit was a shabby tracksuit, but I had a secret weapon that nothing could hide, so everything was A-okay.
‘I’ll listen to some music, then start once about ten people have come in.’
And with that, I pressed the Start Broadcast button.
It didn’t take long for me to pay for that careless thought by having my head smashed in.
*
The song I’d just been humming ended. The third one. Or was it the fourth?
“You’re late~ If no one comes at this rate, is this noona going to grow old and die?”
Current viewers: 1.
For the record, this was another version of me who had entered to look at the chat window.
“Ready, Ji?”
“Of course, An.”
I mumbled to myself in the empty air like a madwoman.
I admit it. I’d thought about this far too simply.
Now that I thought about it, I had no real name recognition. The genre was niche. I hadn’t even promoted it.
Yeah, yeah. In reality, I’d only neglected to hold a ceremony praying for failure.
“No, okay. I was wrong. But couldn’t at least one person come?!”
My head grew hot. Wasn’t this too much? Even if a passing dog barked, at least one person would watch.
Sob, sob. Jian is crying.
I peeked at the viewers, and it was still one.
“Sigh. Today’s business is a bust. Let’s close up shop.”
Just as I was about to reach for my phone to turn off the broadcast.
Viewers: 2.
“Uh… oh! Hello.”
-Hi, what kind of channel is this?
“It’s a cooking stream. Welcome. I’ve been waiting for a viewer like you.”
-?? Cooking? Unexpected.
“Huh? It says jeyuk right in the stream title.”
-Lol, actually I came in for the tits.
What the fuck. Just as I was about to bring the hammer down, the bastard vanished like a ghost. Damn punk, I’ll remember you.
I was about to turn off the stream, but then figured it didn’t matter since no one was watching anyway, so I left it on and decided to cook.
“Hum hum hum~”
Jeyuk-bokkeum.
A dish made by seasoning meat with gochujang or red pepper powder and stir-frying it.
It’s as popular and common as they come, so there are many different flavors and cooking methods, but the method I’ll be using today is the dry style.
For reference, using roughly just red pepper powder makes it dry, while using gochujang makes it wet.
First, put the meat into a heated pan.
Don’t give the meat a smoky flavor from the start; just loosen it up and cook it over moderate heat.
The smell of meat wafted up. It would be tasty even if I just sprinkled it generously with salt and pepper and ate it.
I continued cooking while clutching my growling stomach.
Once the meat had taken on some color, I added the prepared onion, green onion, and carrot.
“Mr. Carrot. You’re only here today.”
Carrots are a vegetable for color, so it’s fine to leave them out if you don’t have any.
The important thing when making dry jeyuk is the initial seasoning.
Since I don’t use gochujang and use red pepper powder only for color, the other flavors need to be completed in advance.
I seasoned it with our mutual friend, the green seasoning.
After stir-frying it for a while, if it seemed too dry, I added soy sauce mixed with sugar and garlic little by little as I stir-fried.
As the soy sauce heated, a delicious aroma rose.
As a little tip, you can add a touch of rice syrup or corn syrup, too. That gives the meat a glossy sheen.
As I kept stir-frying, moisture emerged from the vegetables and created liquid, but I didn’t worry—I added plenty of red pepper powder.
The red pepper powder absorbed all the moisture, producing the jeyuk we’re familiar with.
The cooking was essentially finished, so before the vegetables lost their crispness, I quickly gave it a smoky flavor.
As if I were imparting it to the red pepper powder, not the meat.
It’s difficult to impart that smoky flavor with a home cooktop’s heat, which is where the difference between homemade food and restaurant food comes from.
After a few tosses of the wok, the liquid vanished and the jeyuk was complete, looking quite appetizing.
Finally, a touch of sesame oil.
“Mmm. It’s incredible as always.”
I always feel this way, but jeyuk is never wrong.
Do you really think the 2400-rated man living in Gimhae just happens to have jeyuk stir-fried by a woman as his ideal type?
“Well then, let’s eat.”
I picked up onion, green onion, and meat together with my chopsticks and took a big bite.
You don’t eat the carrot.
I definitely said it earlier. It’s a vegetable for adding color. I’m saying it again because it’s important.
The vegetables crunched, while the fat and lean meat formed a fantastic balance.
As expected, skin-on pork shoulder makes the best jeyuk.
Along with the slightly spicy, sweet-and-salty seasoning.
And before the flavor faded, I took a spoonful of white rice.
“Now this is what I’m talking about. It’s fucking delicious.”
In the blink of an eye, I polished off the meat and rice.
Having gotten up to clear the empty dishes, I went over to the phone I’d left broadcasting.
As expected, there was still one viewer.
I had made an effort to keep talking, thinking someone might be watching.
“Sigh. I don’t know. I’ll turn it off for now and think about it later.”
It’s over. It’s over. Humming, I even finished washing the dishes. Time to go home.
***
[Title: Booooooobs]
[Author: Anonymous]
(GIF of her breasts jiggling while chopping vegetables)
(GIF of her breasts jiggling every time she tosses the wok)
(GIF of spilled meat sauce landing on her breasts)
Now that’s a sight.
Comments
Anonymous: Source?
ㄴIt’s a livestream.
ㄴFemale streamer?
ㄴ ㄴㄴJust a tiny cooking stream, but her tits were so huge I stopped by.
Anonymous: Damn, that’s something.
ㄴIs that an Asian?
Anonymous: And that jeyuk looks fucking delicious.
ㄴ : For real lol.