northernbook Chapter 196: The Painter (4)
Chapter 196: The Painter (4)
Chapter 196: The Painter (4)
Chapter 196 The Painter (4)
Cha Si-hyun shakes his head.
He still remembers how he cried in fear when he met Henri Marso before his grandfathers comeback. He seems to have a grudge against him.
His grandfather also has a TV appearance scheduled after dinner, so it would be too much to visit Marsos house, which takes two hours to go back and forth.
See you tomorrow. I have a prior engagement.
-Theres pizza.
I can eat here too.
He seems to know that I go crazy for pizza.
-Explain.
-Go Hoon, this is Arsen.
Hello.
I dont know what hes trying to say, but Im not going to see Marso right now.
-Ill prepare a potato pizza with plenty of Jersey Royal potatoes grown on the British island of Jersey.
Jersey Royal?
Thats too fancy for a potato variety.
-Jersey Royal potatoes are a variety that balances starch and moisture. You can feel the fluffy and chewy texture.
Hold on.
-Also, the bacon made by Raymond, the chef, boasts a rich meat flavor and a savory taste. He smoked the Iberico Bellota pork in a traditional way.
So?
-Ill use at least three kinds of cheese. You wont be disappointed with the Campania mozzarella cheese and the Swiss Appenzeller cheese, which passed strict standards.
-And Ill drizzle Madame Sherrys special mayonnaise on top.
Were in front of the Saint-Louis Bridge.
-Ill be there in 40 minutes.
As soon as I hung up, my grandfather sighed.
I had no choice.
Are you going?
Cha Si-hyun, who doesnt understand French, asked.
Yes.
Why? Lets not go.
I have to go.
What did he say?
He said he put fluffy and chewy potatoes, Appenzeller cheese, and Sherrys mayonnaise on it.
Cha Si-hyun narrowed his eyes.
Are you talking about pizza?
He said he made the bacon himself.
He stuck out his mouth.
I dont want to go. I hate that old man.
Is there a problem?
Blanche Fabre intervened.
He said hes not going.
Why?
He asked directly in English, since it was cumbersome to translate in the middle.
Its not often that you get a chance to meet Marso.
I hate that old man.
Do you hate him too?
Blanche Fabres eyes sparkled.
Then you should go and scold him.
Maybe it was because he found a comrade.
He clenched his fist and made a face, looking excited.
How?
You have to criticize his narrow-mindedness that only draws self-portraits and point out his childishness that ignores others.
Should I take him with me?
Its not wrong, but if I say that to Marso, things wont end well.
I dont like fighting.
You cant run away. Nothing will be solved.
I dont have to go and fight.
Dont you say you dont have a chance to meet Henri Marso?
Still, I dont want to say that much. It will hurt him.
Hes not the kind of person who gets hurt by that.
"How do you know, sis?"1)
We had already felt each other enough with our eyes and nose, and now we only had to love with our lips and tongue.
Henry Marceau lifted the corner of his mouth as he watched Go Hoon in ecstasy.
What will you do after the contest?
Go Hoon snapped out of his blissful state.
Ill stay a bit longer if I make it to the top ten, otherwise I have to go back.
Be realistic. You have to aim for the second place.
Youre not telling me to go for the first place.
Henry Marceau, who was about to claim the first place as his own, became aware of Cha Si-hyun and Blanche Fabre.
Go Hoon finally came to his senses.
You met Si-hyun last time, right?
I dont care about him.
Thats Blanche Fabre. Fabre, this is Marceau. Say hello.
Blanche Fabre lifted her head without changing her posture of cutting the pizza and glared at Henry Marceau.
Marceau had no interest in the platinum-haired brat either.
They locked eyes for a moment, then he brought up the question he wanted to ask Go Hoon again.
How long are you going to keep coming and going?
Why?
Dont play dumb.
Go Hoon took a big bite of his pizza and sorted out his thoughts.
The European and North American markets were definitely bigger and easier to work in than South Korea.
Especially for Go Hoon, who didnt need any adaptation period in terms of language and culture, there was no reason to hesitate.
My grandfather is looking into it for me.
Yeah? Where to?
Henry Marceau couldnt hide his excitement and raised his voice.
Burbank?
Henry Marceau widened his eyes as he watched Go Hoon casually eating his pizza.
California?
Yes.
Why there!
I have an old house there. Its also good for movie work.
Youre going to live there for such a lame reason?
Why are you getting angry again? Its just one of the options Im considering.
Where else then?
New Malden.
Henry Marceaus temples throbbed as Go Hoon mentioned London.
He was frustrated that Go Hoon was talking about Burbank and London instead of Paris, the capital of art, where he lived.
You have a house in Paris too! What did you do with the one on 12-14 Rue Thomas Mann in Gobelins?
Go Hoon blinked.
How do you know that, Marceau?
What?
How do you know about the house in Gobelins?
He couldnt say that he had investigated Go Hoons past because he was suspicious.
Henry Marceau racked his brain.
There.
Where?
I tried to buy it, but it was under your name.
You tried to buy it?
Henry Marceau, who couldnt even lie properly, was replaced by Arsen.
Its a place where the real estate value has been rising steadily since the new town development. Were also buying a few other places besides that one.
Go Hoon nodded.
Im not selling it. I have tenants too.
I dont need it!
Henry Marceau snapped his fingers on the table.
Why are you so angry?
Im not selling the house. Youre so low. You think youre cool when you get angry like that.
I dont understand why that old man is angry.
If youre cool, you know how to be sweet.
?
Meanwhile, Blanche Fabre and Cha Si-hyun were having a lively conversation.
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1)Cha Si-hyun used you to refer to Go Hoon, but he meant older sister rather than you, so I wrote it as above.