Chapter 100
According to Koreans, garlic was not a spice.
“I told you, it’s a vegetable.”
“Kkung, kkung, kkung…”
“Honey, do you really have to hate it that much?”
Whenever Honey wanted to express disapproval, he always made a “kkung” sound. When he grumbled like that, he would curl his already round body into an even rounder ball and bob up and down. He looked like a delicate little rubber ball rolling about.
But Gio felt wronged.
“Garlic isn’t spicy once it’s cooked.”
“Kkung.”
“You’ll know once you taste it. It’s basically just a potato. Nothing more than a moist potato that mashes easily.”
“Kkung, kkung…”
“All the aroma has seeped into the oil. Father really has been wronged here.”
After going to all the trouble of making a meal, Gio now had two members of his family distrusting him.
“Father told you he tried it himself.”
The one who responded was not Honey but the teddy bear.
“Guuu…”
“…Of course it’s true that Koreans have a high tolerance for spicy food, but Father, that is a stereotype. Not every Korean can handle spice. I was average myself.”
Gio had never told him separately, but perhaps because a god was still a god, the Sun God knew that one of the “Gios” had been Korean.…