Since the association president invited him, Gi-Gyu knew there was a chance Tae-Shik might join them. However, eating in Tae-Shik’s apartment and seeing the mighty president in an apron was definitely out of his expectation.

The president said to Gi-Gyu, “Why are you just standing there? Come on in.”

“Ah, of course. Excuse me… Pfft!” When Gi-Gyu entered the apartment, he couldn’t stop himself from bursting into laughter. Wearing an apron and rubber gloves, Tae-Shik was washing the dishes in the kitchen. 

The president explained, “You arrived a little earlier than I expected. I apologize for the mess. Could you have a seat and wait for a minute? I just found out that Oh Tae-Shik has been treating his house like a pigsty.”

“I would love to help,” offered Gi-Gyu as he pulled up his sleeves. But the president shook his head and replied, “Not a chance. You’re our guest. I’m already mortified that I invited you to such a messy place; I could never make you help us clean. I’m making dinner right now, so please give us a minute.”

The elderly man returned to the kitchen and continued to make Korean soybean paste soup. It was surreal watching the association president make dinner for Gi-Gyu. What was even more shocking was the aroma wafting from the stew. Was he the association president or a chef?

“Hahaha…” Tae-Shik was busy vacuuming the living room. When his eyes met Gi-Gyu’s, the big man laughed awkwardly. 

Gi-Gyu whispered, “This is very...