Pitbabe S2, Chapter 23 pg 8

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 23 pg 8

   “Yeah, yeah, Alan’s not home, so Babe has no food.”

   Kim answered distractedly, still not looking up. His clumsy, clueless demeanor was so irritating I couldn’t stand it. Finally, I shooed away the guy standing in the way, took his place, and stepped in to help the amateur chef.

   “Give me that.” I snatched the noodle packet from Kim’s hands before he could ascend to noodle-cooking nirvana. “Why are you reading it so much? Just boil it in hot water.”

   “When do you add the seasoning?” Kim looked at me with wide, innocent eyes.

   This is something many people don’t know about the ace racer from X-Hunter. He hides it so well that no one would suspect that Kim—the cool, serious, dependable guy outside—is, at home, just a naive, sheltered only child, the beloved grandson of his grandparents who never had to lift a finger. In short, he’s a spoiled prince who escaped his palace.

   “You can add it anytime.”

   “How’s that possible?” The Korean prince still didn’t get it, even though cooking noodles is a million times easier than racing cars. I totally believe him.

   “Why wouldn’t it be?”

   “Does it taste the same?”

   “It does.”

   “It doesn’t,” the uninvited guest chimed in, eager to join the conversation. “Phii Alan adds it before turning off the heat. That’s the tastiest.”

   I stared at Babe silently, trying to convey with my eyes: You’re here to mooch, so just stay quiet. The message seemed to get through easily enough. The top racer raised both hands to shoulder level in surrender, then grabbed the big bag of snacks I’d bought and plopped down in the living room to eat, looking completely unbothered.

   “Why’d you let him come?” I muttered, turning to adjust the stove’s flame, which was too high for boiling noodles. The water was bubbling so fiercely it was about to spill over, and this foreign chef was still standing there, clueless as ever.

   “He said he had no food.”

   “He could’ve ordered something.”

   “But it’s fine to eat together, right?” Kim said with an innocent expression. He seemed completely clueless about why I was annoyed that Babe was joining us for dinner. “We made so much food, and the two of us never finish it anyway.”

   “It’s not about finishing the food or not.”

   “Then what’s it about?”

   He really doesn’t get anything, even when it’s so obvious it’s practically poking him in the eyes. I can’t believe someone this dense can be a race car driver. Is he only good at one thing or what?

   “It’s about wanting to eat just the two of us.”

   “Huh? Why?”

   See? There’s no need to hide anything from someone like him because even when you hand it to him on a platter, he’ll still find a way to dodge it. Sometimes I wonder if he’s genuinely clueless or just pretending not to notice.

   “Because having you here makes it hard to eat.”

   “Whoa, that bad?”

   

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