Streamer Crazy About Slaughter - Chapter 17

The table set by Seoyoon was more impressive than I expected.

From delicious-looking soft tofu stew to various vegetables and beef, the dishes laid out were truly traditional Korean cuisine, something you would expect in a high-end restaurant.

After days of relying solely on delivery food, just the sight of it made me inadvertently gasp in admiration.

“…Seoyoon, you cook really well. You could open a restaurant.”

“Today, I paid special attention. What do you think, does it look delicious?”

“Yeah, it really does!”

“Hmm! The taste is even more amazing!”

Seoyoon spoke with a proud expression, and somehow… she was genuinely cute. The sight of her, small in stature with an adorable face bragging about her cooking skills, made me unintentionally chuckle.

As Serin slowly lifted her spoon, Seoyoon stared at her without even thinking about picking up her own utensil.

With a look as if she desperately wanted an evaluation of her food, Serin awkwardly grabbed her spoon and took her first bite of the soft tofu stew.

“…”

“…Hmm.”

The moment the spoon hit my mouth, I almost coughed, and hurriedly pressed my lips together.

The weight of Seoyoon’s gaze felt like it was piercing through me, so I quickly tried to meet her expectations and brought my spoon to the stew, only to find the flavor immensely exceeded my expectations.

‘What is this… this ridiculously spicy taste?’

If I hadn’t managed to close my mouth in time, I would have ended up coughing loudly and ruining the meal that my younger sister had carefully prepared.

Without realizing it, my hand almost reached for the cup of water. But with extreme willpower, I suppressed the impulse.

Even so, drinking water immediately didn’t seem like good manners.

I could feel my face growing hot in real-time; the soft tofu stew was incredibly beyond anything I could describe as spicy.

Forcing it down, I opened my mouth.

“It’s… good…”

Even though I opened my mouth with quite a bit of awareness, the spiciness made it hard to speak properly.

For a moment, Serin might have thought that Seoyoon was intentionally teasing her. The thought crossed my mind.

“I made it with the spiciness that Seorin unni likes. Phew, I’m relieved it’s to your taste.”

But contrary to my expectations, Seoyoon smiled happily at my response while lifting her spoon and continued eating.

She seemed genuine and I didn’t feel any malice in that happiness.

Then Seoyoon gradually started her own meal as well.

“Ugh… this soft tofu stew is a bit spicy for me.”

After tasting it, Seoyoon suddenly stated that.

Seeing her made me truly believe that she had prepared it according to her own taste.

With that thought, Seoyoon, eager to cool her mouth, picked up some of the side dishes while a hint of confusion remained on her face.

Even now… the heat from the soft tofu stew made my face feel even hotter.

‘Did I really like spicy food?’

Clatter.

Tap.

After a while, during our mealtime…

“…Unni, do you want me to serve you some soft tofu stew? You’re sitting far from it.”

Did she notice that I hadn’t touched the stew since the first taste, or did she just ask out of concern? Seoyoon suddenly said that.

“Oh, no, it’s fine. It’s just that the other dishes are too delicious.”

I waved my hand in haste, strongly denying.

Even now, my mouth was still burning and she wanted me to eat it. I knew she was disappointed, but there was simply no way I could eat it.

‘That’s just a dish made to make me suffer.’

Among the weaklings, I was known as one of the weakest.

In the original world, the instant noodle known for measuring spiciness was S-Ramen, and even that, I could barely tolerate.

But did the original ‘me’ in this world actually like spicy food? Throughout this meal, that question lingered in my mind.

Looking at my body’s response, it seemed to indicate otherwise.

“Serin unni, why is your face so red?”

“Oh, it’s just… a bit hot.”

“Really? Should I turn on the air conditioner?”

Since I had food in my mouth, I found it difficult to respond but nodded my head slightly instead.

Besides the extremely spicy soft tofu stew, the other dishes were perfectly to my taste.

After eating only delivery food, now having this home-cooked meal from my sister, it seemed like there was no strong flavor? No, to be more precise, it wasn’t that there was no taste, but each dish seemed to be easy on my stomach.

Seeing that, Seoyoon smiled happily and got up from her seat. She reached for the remote control placed on the storage cabinet and began to operate it.

Click, click. Tap.

Soon, I could hear the sound of the air conditioner starting up in the living room.

“Come to think of it, Serin unni, you’re eating really well today.”

“…Huh? Is that so?”

I tilted my head.

With all the delicious food Seoyoon had prepared, I thought anyone would hurriedly eat it, regardless of who they were.

“Yeah, when I served you food in the past, you barely finished even half a bowl of rice.”

…At that remark, I involuntarily froze.

In the short time I spent conversing with my sister, I felt this growing realization.

‘Me’ was so strange.

What kind of life did I lead to continuously express such doubts?

“Serin unni, here, eat this too.”

She purposely picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks and placed it over my rice bowl. That sight was quite endearing, yet it also stirred feelings of guilt within me.

‘Is it really right for ‘me’ to exist as ‘me’?’

The ‘self’ that Seoyoon remembers might not be the true ‘me’ at all.

As I lifted my spoon, I eventually felt all those thoughts were futile.

“…But really, it feels rewarding to come here, seeing you eat so well. It seems like I’m full just from that, you know?”

Watching Seoyoon gaze at me with a continuous warm smile, Serin slowly organized her thoughts.

What was I trying to achieve by worrying about such things now?

I already existed as ‘Han Serin’.

I was sent to this world due to some unknown entity, but I had no choice but to accept that.

It meant that I truly had no options available to me.

‘…’

A female named Han Serin, who bore a striking resemblance to the character I created in the game ‘Black Ark,’ using a unique weapon known as the Crescent Moon Blade.

The characteristics of someone who enjoyed gaming.

Despite different appearances, my younger sister Seoyoon had a personality almost identical to my younger sister from the past…

The more I thought about it, the more similarities stacked up.

This world was ten years ahead of the world I originally lived in.

‘…The current ‘me’ is another self from a parallel world.’

The current Han Serin is also ‘me.’

And so I accepted it.

Rationalization.

Understanding.

No, it was fine to call it anything else.

I picked up a piece of meat with my chopsticks and gently placed it on my younger sister’s rice.

“Serin unni…? What’s that all of a sudden?”

The current ‘younger sister’ Han Seoyoon looked at me with a blank expression.

With her small frame and cute face, she bore an exotic look.

Although I still didn’t know what our parents looked like, she seemed to be of mixed heritage.

Even in my current state, treating my younger sister well, I did not question that.

“Just a whim.”

Yes, it was like a whim.

“Pfft. No, seriously, what do you mean all of a sudden?”

She laughed with a look of disbelief, but Seoyoon clearly didn’t seem to dislike it.

Even in this body, maybe I should do some exercise?

As I stood up to refill my now-empty bowl with rice, I naturally started having those thoughts.

Just how unreliable had I been towards my younger sister for her to be this worried about me? That thought hit me hard.

“…?”

Seoyoon paused mid-bite, staring blankly at my figure.

The sister who had never finished a whole bowl of rice no matter what food was served now was so self-driven in refilling her bowl.

“Serin unni, you really like spicy food, don’t you?”

Since Seoyoon herself couldn’t handle spicy food, she had never cooked anything spicy before.

From now on, I thought maybe I should prepare something a bit spicier while watching the still steaming soft tofu stew.