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Fourth Story

I loafed around inside my room. I didn’t know about Chii, but I didn’t need any time to myself. I didn’t have anything to think about, so I was just bored. If Rangii were here, we could have played together or something. I took out my phone to text Narae or something…but it was out of power. Oh come on! Geez! Why is nothing going right?! I left my charger at home, and I hadn’t seen anything similar to a charger here. I was screwed. Should I do what my dad taught me and start talking to a wall?

Talking to a wall is easy. Go to a wall and talk about whatever you want, then give a response based on what you said. According to Dad,

“It’s fun if you get used to it. By talking to a wall, I was able to discover a different part of myself, and it gave me time to reorganize my thoughts.”

That was what he said, but to a third party, this just seemed like insanity to me. Just think about it. You start a conversation with a wall, and then respond to what you said yourself. And then you start laughing your head off or crying your eyes out. I could go insane just by watching someone do that. The truth is, I thought what my dad said had some merit, so I tried it out as a test, but I gave up after ten minutes. I really thought I was going crazy. I should leave that terrible solution as my very last option and just forget about it.

Man, I don’t know what to do. It should be lunchtime soon, so I should go set the table. And try and figure out what Chii’s thinking.

I opened my room’s door to get to the kitchen.

Chii was standing in front of the door.

“Ah, you scared me.”

It didn’t seem like I was the only one who was surprised. Chii fell onto her butt with a bam at my sudden appearance.

“Awoo.”

I extended my hand towards Chii as she rubbed her butt with her hand, her face scrunched up. Chii acted as if she was going to take my hand, but then she surprised me by slapping my hand away. That hurt.

“I don’t need your help!”

Her hair went up then back down. She carefully hid any hint that her butt still hurt and stood up. She slapped away the dust that had gotten on her behind and didn’t say anything else. What, didn’t you come here for a reason? Do I have to be the one to ask?

“Do you have something to tell me?”

“Of course not.”

I was about to ask, “Then why’re you here?” but I held it back.

“Is that so? Ah, I was thinking about eating soon. You’re going to eat too, right?”

“Would you rather I not eat?”

“Do you want to eat separately?”

“Big brother should just eat dog food. Without even using your hands. Eating solely with your mouth fits you best.”

“Didn’t you see how Baduk eats?”

“Baduk isn’t a dog!”

Just as Chii said, Baduk was a dog phantom, not a dog. Geez. I’m getting closer and closer to the edge. At this rate, one day I’ll say to Baduk, “Paw,” and if she puts her hand on top of mine, I’ll end up scratching her under her chin.

“Ah, you’re right. I’m going to set the table now, so you wait in the master bedroom.”

“I can set the table as well.”

Chii swept up her head and spoke abruptly. Were her cheeks a little flushed?

Hm. Why could that be? Chii’s words left me thinking for a moment. Setting the table is annoying work. Should I just let Chii do it? No, this isn’t something you should do to a kid. After all, I’m not my dad.

“Then let’s do it together.”

Chii frowned at me.

“Why is that? I can set the table by myself!”

“Then I’ll just do it, whatever. I have no intention of having someone younger than me set the table by herself. Stop arguing and just wait in the master bedroom.”

I walked past Chii towards the kitchen.

“Are you planning on poisoning the food?”

I stopped in the middle of my tracks. I turned around and acted as if I couldn’t understand what Chii was saying as she glared at me with eyes full of anger. Why was she constantly talking back to me? Can’t you feel your big brother’s warm heart as he tries to make things more comfortable for you?

“Poison works on phantoms?”

“You were really going to?!”

Chii feigned shock. You little brat. Watch what you say.

“I was kidding. What would I gain from poisoning you now?”

“So you planned on poisoning me earlier.”

“Don’t twist my words around, you brat. Do you think you’re Saehee or something?”

I realized I said something I shouldn’t have.

“Ah, sorry. Regardless, you’re still nowhere near as bad as Saehee.”

If Chii were a sweet coffee mix, then Saehee would be a disgustingly bitter roasted coffee.

“Anyway, wait in the room.”

“No.”

Chii said that as she walked past me.

“I have no idea what Big Brother is going to do to the food, so I’m going to watch.”

Do you really think I’d do something like that? If you play with your food, you’ll be punished.

“Okay, okay.”

I raised a white flag in surrender and followed behind Chii.

Thankfully, the side dishes that Saehee prepared were enjoyable, even to me. I was secretly worried about what I would find in the kitchen. I had planned on eating only rice with soy sauce and kimchi if there were only strange side dishes. Please wait a moment. Rice with sesame oil and soy sauce, or with margarine or butter are edible in their own right. If you ever don’t want to make a full meal, then please try this. Though I cannot guarantee that your weight will stay the same (tn: Please, for the love of God, ignore that butter or margarine bit, dear reader. Save both your arteries and your waistline by eating something healthier).

I poured some beef and radish soup from its original large pot into a smaller one, added some water, placed it on the gas range, and turned the range on. I took out enough jeon (pancakes with things like vegetables, seafood, or meat in them) and japchae (glass noodle stir-fry) for us to comfortably eat, put them on a frying pan, and heated the food up on low heat. I then put foods that didn’t have to be heated up, like kimchi, balloon flower root salad, and pickled cucumber (no, not pickles), into little plates, but Chii, who was watching me do all this, spoke to me.

“You seem used to this.”

There was the tiniest note of respect in her voice. I put the plates down on the table and replied.

“Because I am.”

“I am shocked.”

“Anyone can do this much.”

I flipped the pancakes with a spatula and spread the japchae across the frying pan with a snap of my left hand to spread the heat evenly.

“I can also cook up a simple stew, make pancakes, and season vegetables.”

“I see.”

I stirred the soup with a ladle. Then I took out chopsticks and spoons from the utensils drawer and placed them on the table. I was ready to get out the rice, but Chii spoke to me again.

“Why are you so used to doing this?”

You got some complains or something? Is it that weird that I’m used to doing things like this?

“There’s the saying that family-oriented men are popular, so I put in some effort. I wanted to win some brownie points with the ladies.”

Like with Narae, or Narae, or Narae.”

“Your insides are rotten.”

…That was hurtful.

“I’m kidding.”

I was serious. Tch. I ignored what Chii said and flipped the japchae. It was starting to radiate a nice smell, meaning it was almost ready. Meanwhile the pancakes…are probably going to take a while longer. If I were eating alone, I’d just eat everything as it was, but Chii was here as well, so I decided to put more effort into cooking.

“Are you not going to answer?”

Huh? Chii crossed her arms and looked up at me with an unhappy look on her face. Ah. Was she genuinely curious about her previous question? It wasn’t something that I needed to keep secret, so I answered Chii’s question.

“Back when I was young, I could count the number of times my mom came home with one hand, and my dad had absolutely no interest in doing things like this to begin with, so I got better at housework because I was the only one who did it. It wasn’t like I wanted to do this stuff or anything. I learned to do all this for my survival.”

The truth is, for the first three days after I came back from my aunt’s house, I had bread with milk, kimbap (Korean rolled sushi), and ramen rotating as my breakfast, lunch, and dinner, so I had no choice but to learn how to cook. Otherwise I would’ve suffered from malnourishment, or my growth would’ve been stunted because I didn’t have a balanced diet. I’m extremely glad that I learned how to cook at my aunt’s house. But I realized I made a mistake when I ended up being the only person who took care of the housework in my home.

“Come to think of it, I can also do basic house cleaning, laundry, and sewing. What do you think? Aren’t I amazing? Aren’t I super cool?”

“…”

Chii looked away and didn’t say anything. What’s up with that? I deliberately worded what I said so that it’d be easy to make fun of. But you’re just going to ignore what I said like it was cringeworthy? Now I just look like a high schooler who’s bragging about the fact that I do a little housework. While I was doing that, the beef and radish soup started boiling, and the japchae seemed done. I expertly ladled the soup into two bowls and moved the japchae onto a large plate. I opened the electric rice cooker to scoop out the rice, and, heh…Saehee knows her stuff too. Inside were both small and big bowls elegantly filled with rice. Tips for better living number one: by keeping rice like that, the rice will taste good longer. The downside was that the bowls get hot so they’re hard to hold, but I grabbed two of them with the tips of my fingers and rushed to the table. With all that done, I was going to finish the final step by getting the water out of the refrigerator, when,

“Hmph. I suppose so.”

Chii said something indecipherable and entered the master bedroom. Why’d she say that?

This was the first time Chii and I ate with just the two of us, so it was a little awkward. It would’ve been nice to turn on a TV, but there wasn’t a single one in this damn house. I wonder how Grandpa passed the time. Did he try out the next level of talking to a wall, talking to nature?

Anyway, my current situation reminded me of a skit from a comedy show I watched a long time ago. We needed to talk with each other. But Chii acted as if she didn’t mind the stifled mood and continued to eat silently while stealing brief glances at me. Seeing her put her food in her mouth and chew, I realized that, when she had her mouth shut, she really was a cute kid. That’s why one’s appearance matters. That makes me seem like a shallow guy who only cares about looks. What should a guy like me do? At this rate, won’t I still be single until I’m in my thirties? Since I can see phantoms, does that mean I’ll end up seeing fairies as well? (tn: Wtf is this? Is there a saying about being single if you see a fairy?)

I really hope not. I’d better confess to Narae, and then…uheeheehee.

“…”

“…”

Our eyes met.

“What are you thinking about while eating?”

Nasty ones.

“That was a creepy smile.”

I changed the subject.

“More importantly, do you like the food?”

“Did you forget that I wanted to eat separately?”

She turned her head to the side with a “hmph” and answered curtly. I could have told why she was acting like that even if she hadn’t told me.

“Food tastes best when you’re eating together.”

“That is absolutely not true. Because I’m eating with big brother, I have absolutely no appetite.”

“And yet you’re still eating quite well.”

I could already see the bottom of Chii’s rice bowl.

“It would be a waste to leave food uneaten. And it’s rare to have so much food available.”

“Ah, I agree with you on that. Eating with so many side dishes doesn’t happen that often.”

“What do you mean, you agree? After all, you ate like this throughout your life, Big Brother.”

I looked at her a bit seriously and spoke.

“No, you’re mistaken on that. Before I met Rangii, I would’ve considered myself lucky to even have three side dishes. There were a lot of times I would only have kimchi when I ate alone.”

“But that isn’t true now.”

“That’s true.”

I laughed after I said that.

“Is something funny?”

Chii must have really disliked the fact that I laughed because her face reddened, and she got mad at me.

“Of course. How should I put it? I’m glad that I have someone I can talk with so freely about my past troubles. I could never talk about this stuff with anyone else. Only with you.”

If I told Narae this, she’d get angry.

“Quit complaining about the past! Couldn’t you have just eaten at my house?!”

Rangii would’ve gotten depressed and acted as if this had all happened to her.

“I should’ve brought you here sooner!”

Saehee would’ve spoken cuttingly at me.

“If that is what you think, then please do better by Master.”

Baduk would’ve fallen asleep. Yeah. Without a doubt.

But Chii and I can understand each other. Because Chii knows what it’s like. That’s why she can understand. This is the reason why I was happy.

“Gross. Please don’t say things like that.”

Chii got angry and lowered her head in agreement with what I said. Though it didn’t seem like she realized it.

“Sorry. I got a little too comfortable. Let’s eat. Do you want more?”

“…It would be a waste to leave all this food.”

She put her chopsticks in her mouth and pushed her empty bowl towards me.

After that, we didn’t speak a word until after we finished eating.

But the silence wasn’t awkward.

I put the empty plates in the sink, heated up the leftover food, and put it on a plate. I was going to put them in the refrigerator immediately after they cooled down. Because food goes bad right away during the summer. While I wait for that, should I wash the dishes? I put on a pair of rubber gloves when Chii opened the door and entered.

“What is it?”

“I will wash the dishes.”

“I guess that means the sun’s going to rise in the west tomorrow.”

“Awooo! Please don’t misunderstand. I’m not doing this for Big Brother’s sake.”

“I know that’s not the case.”

Chii kicked me in the calf. Ow! That hurts!

“Why’d you do that, you brat?!”

“Because you did misunderstand!”

“Just when did I?!”

Chii didn’t answer and changed the subject.

“Of course I should wash the dishes. I don’t want to owe even the slightest debt to you, Big Brother.”

To think that just having the table set for you could be considered a debt. Today’s society is such a sad place.

“Okay. Do whatever you want. But the thing is.”

I looked at how tall Chii was and looked at the sink. Hm. That wasn’t happening.

“Aren’t you too short to wash the dishes?”

Chii flapped her hair and got upset at my realistic worry.

“Awoooo! What are you talking about?! This isn’t something to worry about!”

She stomped towards me to push me away, and though I acted as if her pushing worked and moved away, the sink was clearly at Chii’s shoulders. It looked like washing the dishes would be difficult. I said this a long time ago, but one’s height is definitely important.

“Awoo!”

Chii looked around her in anger. Like she was looking for something. Chii turned and looked at the table we had just used to eat. Her hair was trembling in excitement. Chii bent down, dragged the table next to the sink, lifted her bare foot, and…

I grabbed Chii by the waist, lifted her up, and placed her down behind me. (tn: the table they use has short legs. It’s not like the ones westerners use.)

“Okay~. That’s enough.”

“Kyawooo?! Wha-What are you doing?!”

Why’re you getting upset?

“Right back at you. Who steps on the table you eat at?”

“What does it matter to you, Big Brother?”

“Of course it matters to me. I eat on that table as well.”

“All I have to do is wipe it clean!”

“That’s not the issue: it’s a mental one. Let’s say someone used your toothbrush to clean the bathroom, but he disinfects it afterward. Would you still want to use it?”

And after my perfectly legitimate example, she said,

“Are you saying my foot is the same as a bathroom?!”

Chii was furious. Why was she focusing on that?

“No, I’m not. But you do run around barefoot outside.”

“And what’s wrong with that?!”

“Doesn’t that mean your feet are dirty?”

“Awooo! Wha-What are you talking about?! Take a good look! My feet are clean!”

Chii lifts up her foot for me to look at. Despite the fact that she goes around barefoot, her foot is clean. But hey. If you lift your foot like that with such a short skirt on, I can see your panties. Why the heck would you show me the fact that you’re wearing pink and white striped panties? No, but wait. Do you only have striped panties?

“Okay, I get it. Put your foot down.”

I should act like I didn’t see anything. Because Chii’s kicks hurt.

“I keep my feet covered in phantom energy, so it’s fine!” (tn: I translated this earlier as “phantom power.” I like this one more.)

“Okay, okay.”

What she said reminded me of an old martial arts manga I read when I was a kid, but I just went along with what she said.

“Regardless, that’s one thing. This is another. I’ll wash the dishes, so you do something else.”

“Awooo.”

Instead of retorting, Chii stomped her way out of the kitchen, deliberately walking in such a way that her ankle bracelets shuffled audibly as she left. That brat, making me worry. Giving her something else to do should mollify her. She’ll probably stay upset unless I give her a way to pay her debt. What should I ask her to do?

Ah. I’ll ask her to prepare dessert. That should do it.

I opened the refrigerator and looked around, wondering if there was anything to eat, when I found what I wanted. A chamwae, a Korean melon. Hm. This should do, right? I opened the kitchen door, where Chii was glowering at me with a sour expression, and I spoke to her.

“Chii.”

“What is it?”

Man. She was giving off an aura of unhappiness.

“Would you like to help me?”

“With what?”

The hair above one of her ears rose then fell.

“Preparing dessert. I want to eat a chamwae, but I have to wash the dishes so can you peel it? Can you use a knife?”

Chii got up off the ground as if she were waiting for this moment.

“Of course I can. And if I peel the chamwae for you, then we’re even.”

“Okay.”

Chii went into the kitchen, came back with the chamwae in her hand, and extended her hand towards me. It seemed like she was asking me for a knife to peel the fruit with, but I had to ask one more time.

“Can you really use a knife? Because if you can’t, you can use this.”

The thing I brought was a potato peeler. The cooking tool with which you grab the handle and push the blade against what you’re peeling and the skin peels right off. I don’t know its proper name, but, surprisingly enough, it can also be used to on apples, pears, and chamwaes. But Chii responded to my thoughtful consideration with a snort.

“That isn’t funny. Who would use that to peel a fruit? That is shameful, Big Brother. Shameful.”

She made me into a shameless person. No, but what’s wrong with using it? It’s surprisingly useful! It’s good, so use it!

“Please give me a knife and a cutting board, Big Brother. I will show you skill beyond peer, so just watch and cry tears of blood.”

“Got it.”

Do whatever you want. I don’t know about tears of blood, but I’m ready to be moved to tears. I took the knife and cutting board that were hanging on the wall and handed them to her. Chii put the cutting board on top of the table, and she twirled the knife in her hand. Her skill with the knife didn’t seem gained from simple use; instead, it seemed more like she had practiced those movements a lot. Chii is scary. Chii, unaware of what I was thinking, started expertly peeling the chamwae.

Garoro.

“Hey, you brat.”

“What is it?”

“Aren’t you supposed to peel the chamwae lengthwise?”

Chii scoffed and replied.

“That is only for people like Big Brother. I am not on your level.”

Chii ostentatiously moved her hand. I decided to leave washing the dishes for later and watched Chii peel the fruit. I know I’m the one who asked her to do this in the first place, but I was still worried. But Chii skillfully peeled the chamwae, proving my worries to be unfounded. When Chii finished peeling the chamwae all in one go, I was more than a little impressed.

“Whoa…that’s amazing.”

Chii puffed out her chest and bragged.

“This is nothing. Though Big Brother likely couldn’t do this.”

“I can peel an apple like that. Sometimes I can peel a pear even if it’s a little difficult. But you’re the weird one for being able to peel something like a chamwae, you.”

“What a small-minded person, calling someone weird just because you can’t do what she can.”

She was talking as if she was angry, but she looked neither happy nor sad to have firmly placed me one step beneath her. Instead, if my eyes weren’t deceiving me, she seemed excited. And that was just asking for trouble.

“Please continue to watch. I’m going to cut them into cute stars that Big Brother can’t even imagine—Aah?!”

Crap! Did that happen because she was looking up at me when she was using the knife? Chii cut her finger.

“Hey, are you okay?”

I bent down and looked at Chii’s finger.

“A-Awooo. This is nothing. It’s not bleeding, and it doesn’t hurt at all.”

The heck do you mean, it’s nothing? That’s only because you cut it a second ago. Before long, blood started flowing from her cut.

Geez, this is my fault. I shouldn’t have distracted her while she was using the knife. I’m a dumbass. Looking at Chii grimace, I felt hurt as well.

“Th-This isn’t even a wound.”

She’s acting strong even now. But it was still painful. I could tell that much easily from her flapping hair and carefully set face. I need to do something before it gets infected.

I put my Chii’s finger in my mouth.

“—?!”

Chii’s silent scream filled the kitchen. Don’t misunderstand, you brat. I’m not a vampire. I could taste Chii’s blood. I sucked on Chii’s finger.

“Kya-Kyawooooo?!”

This time Chii screamed audibly.

“P-Please stop! Don’t suck on it! Don’t suck on my finger, Big Brother!!”

Chii tried to get away and free her finger, but I grabbed onto her wrist and refused to let go.

“L-Let go! Th-This is weird!! A-Awooong!”

What’s weird about this? When you get cut by a knife, aren’t you supposed to start by licking it, then washing it in water, putting on disinfectant, and finishing the treatment off by applying a band-aid?

I ignored Chii’s protests and kept her finger in my mouth until I was relatively sure that I had held it for long enough. Her newly exposed finger seemed to no longer be bleeding. However, it seemed like blood was going to come out of a different place. Like Chii’s bright red face.

“Y-You pervert! What a perverted thing to do! What in the world were you doing?! To put my finger in your mouth like that, are-are you crazy?!”

“What does that matter when you were bleeding? If you didn’t like that, you should’ve done it first.”

Chii’s hair rose even higher.

“B-But it’s dirty now! How could I put my finger that’s covered in Big Brother’s spit into my mouth?!”

“When did I say to do it now? Anyway, now isn’t the time to be joking around, so wash your finger with water. I’ll bring you some medicine.”

I turned around and entered the master bedroom without waiting for Chii to respond.  Saehee’s the kind of person to have a first-aid kit or two in the corner of the room just in case. Plus, I saw it earlier when we went off to play in the water.

I first went to the fiver drawer cabinet and opened the top-most drawer. I immediately closed it. Why the heck was that there? I know I told Saehee to do that, but still. Was it really okay to carelessly put it in such an easily accessible place?

…I should forget I saw it. I didn’t see a thing.

I  opened the second drawer. And I immediately closed it. Why there were saws and hammers inside the house I had no idea. Tools that were stained a dark red…

I should forget I saw it. There was nothing there.

I found in the third drawer the first-aid kit I was looking for. I opened the box, and, after ignoring the plastic wrappers that contained something circular, I brough the disinfectant and a band-aid to the kitchen.

Chii had her injured finger in her mouth. Did the wound open up again after she washed it?

“Hey.”

“Kyawooooo?!”

Previously unaware that I had entered the room, Chii shouted in surprise and popped her finger out of her mouth.

“It-It’s not what it looks like! Y-You see! Ah, that’s right! After washing it in water, it started…”

“It started bleeding again. Sorry. It took longer than I thought to find the first-aid kit.”

I cut off Chii, grabbed her by the wrist, brought her hand to the sink, and turned on the faucet.

“Awuk?!”

Chii gave a small groan. After drying her injury with a paper towel, I took off the lid of the disinfectant and spoke to Chii.

“This is going to sting.”

“That’s fine.”

After saying that, Chii closed her eyes and turned her head away. She probably did that for the same reason people don’t like watching the needle as they’re getting a shot. I can’t bear to watch a needle break my skin either. Chii’s eyelids began quivering. I should hurry up and end this. I rubbed the disinfectant on her wound. Extremely carefully. So that it didn’t hurt.

“Awooo—.”

Chii flinched and her body jerked. Ah, I understand. The pain from this was a close second to the pain of applying Albothyl to a canker sore, something so painful that it could bring someone to writhe in agony. (tn: In South Korea, Albothyl is an over-the-counter ointment used to treat canker sores. It is apparently incredibly painful.)

I quickly unwrapped and attached the band-aid to Chii’s finger, and then I rubbed her cheek. She doesn’t have a lot of meat on her cheeks.

“Okay, all done. Did it hurt? You did a good job. You’re amazing. When I was in your shoes, I threw such a massive fit that it wasn’t even funny.”

I talked to her to distract her from her finger. That was when Chii finally turned her head and looked at her finger. And for a moment, she didn’t say anything. What was wrong? Did I do something wrong?

That was when Chii cautiously said my name.

“Big Brother?”

“What is it?”

She didn’t say anything else after that. But I decided to patiently wait for her to continue. Besides, I had nothing to do other than washing the dishes so I had time.

A bit later, Chii opened her mouth with some difficulty.

“Big Brother, do you know that you’re weird?”

I don’t think that’s what you should say to someone who ran all over the house because he was worried about you after you got hurt.

“How am I weird?”

Though I may have said that, I did know that I was a little weird. I came to realize that after my friend, whom I’d known since middle school, said, “We’re alike ’cause we’re both weird.” Because I also thought that he was weird. But considering that we only had this conversation a few days ago, agreeing with Chii on that fact didn’t seem right. Especially now.

“You’re weird,” Chii declared.

“If you don’t give me concrete proof on that, then my fists and your head are about to have a severe collision.”

I clenched my fists and exhaled. I intentionally acted goofily, but Chii neither laughed nor got angry. Instead, she just kept looking at me seriously and continued to speak.

“If you go outside of the house, I will kill you, Big Brother.”

I already know that.

“What about it?”

“But then why do you keep caring for me so much?”

They reached. With those words, I knew I had succeeded. My feelings finally reached her! After I persistently knock, knock, knocked on the door to her heart, she opened that door just a little. But I mustn’t rush it. Because she only opened that door because she was annoyed with me.

“I’ve been curious for a while. About why you saved me. About why you would tell such a lie in order to keep me near you.”

“I’m glad to hear you know that was a lie.”

I smiled. Chii got upset.

“Big Brother!”

‘I’m being serious right now!’ was written on her face.

What am I supposed to say in times like this?

If I were talking with Narae, I would work up the courage and have a serious conversation with her. Even while she was angry, we would work to find an answer. If I were talking with Rangii, I would tell her my true feelings. And she would accept everything. If I were talking with Saehee, I would hide my true feelings and continue the conversation little by little. She would figure out everything before I even finished speaking. And if I were talking with Baduk, I wouldn’t have this conversation with her in the first place. Because she’s Baduk.

But the one I had to speak with was Chii. I didn’t say a word to Chii. I planned on waiting. The best plan was to wait until Chii realized it for herself. That was why I placed my hand on top of Chii’s head. For the first time, Chii didn’t slap my hand aside. In a good mood, I rubbed her head and spoke to her.

“I won’t tell you. You’ll be able to figure it out even if I don’t. I realized it too, and since you’re better than me, there’s no way you won’t.”

“…What’s up with that.”

Chii belatedly slapped my hand aside. It didn’t hurt.

“That is rude, Big Brother. I told you before. Don’t look down at me like that.”

But unlike that time, the tone of her words was different. That was why I was able to give tell a joke.

“If you don’t like it, then just grow taller.”

To top it all off, I stuck my tongue out at her.

“Awoooo! If I only had more power, my body wouldn’t be like this!!”

I laughed and replied.

“I get it, so go wait in the master bedroom. After I finish washing the dishes, I’ll prepare the chamwae and bring it with me.”

“Earlier, I made a mistake. This time, I’ll prepare it properly, so please don’t worry and just wash the dishes.”

“Is that so?”

I decided to respect Chii’s opinion. Chii cut the chamwae into pretty stars.

…It was hard to eat.

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