“Hehe. Uncle!”
“This isn’t a ‘hehe’ situation. Why were you climbing onto a chair like that? What were you trying to get? Water? If you wanted water, you could’ve woken Uncle up.”
“Not water. Eggs!”
“Eggs?”
Unable to hide his disbelief, Doha sat Yewon down on the chair.
“What for? Did you want to play with the eggs?”
It genuinely didn’t seem to occur to him that Yewon had been trying to cook with them.
Well… I guess most seven-year-olds don’t try to cook.
“I wanted to make you breakfast…!”
“……!”
At Yewon’s words, Doha’s face stiffened frighteningly fast.
“What are you talking about? You’re a child. Why would you cook?”
Instead of answering, Yewon just scratched her head.
She still wasn’t used to being treated like a little kid.
“Don’t tell me my sister made you prepare meals?”
“Absolutely not!”
Apparently Doha also didn’t think his sister would do something like that, because he looked half-convinced—yet his brows rose again.
“Then why would you even think that?”
“Just….”
I started making meals for Uncle and Jeyeon when I was ten. Ten and seven aren’t that different, right?
Yewon awkwardly scratched her head again.
“Because… Uncle looked hungry?”
“!”
“I ate before bed yesterday, but Uncle didn’t eat anything.”
That was true.
Last night, Yewon had eaten the bread, lunchbox, and milk Youngoh bought beforehand, but Doha hadn’t touched any of it.
‘Now I understand why Mister Youngoh said Uncle can’t even take care of himself….’
Doha was the kind of person who barely ate at all.
“So I wanted to give Uncle eggs.”
“…….”
Doha froze awkwardly for a moment before letting out a sigh.
“Yewon-ah, Uncle can take care of himself. Uncle’s an adult. You’re a child. What kind of child takes care of an adult? No.”
“…….”
Former fourteen-year-old detected emotional damage.
I am a kid, but not exactly a baby.
“And when something is placed high up like this, what are you supposed to do instead of climbing onto a chair? Hm?”
Doha spoke as if he were angry, but Yewon could tell he wasn’t angry at all.
Even a seven-year-old wouldn’t fall for acting that bad.
Uncle definitely couldn’t become an actor.
“…Use a ladder?”
“…….”
“…….”
Silence briefly fell between them.
“You call Uncle and ask him to do it.”
“Eeeeh?”
That felt a little…
Yewon preferred doing everything herself, so Doha’s words made her uncomfortable.
She hated how the fake uncle and Jeyeon dumped every chore onto her, but getting used to Doha telling her to make him do everything wasn’t easy either.
“Repeat after me. Call Uncle and ask him.”
“…Call Uncle and… ask for help.”
Unable to bring herself to say make him do it, Yewon subtly changed the wording.
But apparently even that satisfied him, because Doha nodded firmly.
“Good. That’s right. Uncle exists to help Yewon.”
The way Doha smiled so warmly after saying that—
“While you’re with Uncle, make him do everything from one to ten from now on.”
—looked so unbelievably gentle that Yewon suddenly felt like crying again.
“Okay?”
“…Okayyy.”
Did my tear ducts break yesterday or something? Seriously.
After that, Doha sat Yewon down and started cooking in front of the frying pan.
Yewon quickly swallowed her tears and tugged on Doha’s clothes.
“Salt! You need to add salt.”
Crying was crying. Salt was still necessary, you know.
“How much?”
“…Tap tap, ta-tap. That much.”
“…….”
Doha gave her a look that clearly said what on earth does that mean? but obediently followed her instructions anyway.
“Lower the heat, and now you gotta cover it for a little.”
The residual heat needed to finish cooking it.
Yewon deliberately simplified her vocabulary.
She hadn’t had time to prepare for the role, so she still wasn’t sure exactly how a seven-year-old should talk and was just improvising.
Thankfully, the only audience member—Doha—also had absolutely no clue what a normal seven-year-old’s vocabulary level was supposed to be, so he bought it completely.
“You can eat now.”
“Okay, let’s eat.”
Yewon quietly waited for Doha to plate the eggs.
But instead—
“?!”
Doha suddenly lifted her up and placed her in a dining chair.
“Princess should sit and wait. Uncle will bring it.”
For a moment, Yewon’s mouth fell open.
Princess?!
Hearing that title for the first time ever, Yewon could only stare blankly as Doha prepared the table.
‘…There are a lot of dishes in this house.’
Even though there were no ingredients whatsoever… It’s not like you can survive by eating plates.
“The dishes are pretty!”
“Ah, these.”
Doha casually rummaged through a set of dishes that looked ridiculously expensive and pulled one out.
“…A friend gave them to me.”
“Uncle has friends too?”
“…….”
Doha shot Yewon a mildly wounded look.
“Was it one of the member uncles?”
Desperately pretending innocence, Yewon asked again.
She wanted to hear anything she could about the members to complete the quest.
“…Yeah.”
“Which uncle gave them to you?”
“This was from Uncle Ieon… He’s got good taste, but everything else about him sucks.”
“?!!?”
What kind of member introduction is that?!
“If he gives presents, doesn’t that make him a nice uncle?”
Yewon tried to salvage the situation somehow.
“No. He only prepared it because of some stupid housewarming self-content shoot. That’s called hypocrisy.”
“…….”
Teaching great things to a kid, seriously.
Ignoring Yewon’s speechless expression, Doha placed the scrambled eggs onto a plate and picked up ketchup to squeeze on top.
Then his hand stopped.
“……?”
Why’d he stop?
“What… should I draw for you?”
“?”
Draw? What?
Yewon tilted her head in confusion.
“With the ketchup. What should I draw?”
“!”
That’s what he meant?!
The thought had never even crossed her mind, so Yewon was genuinely flustered.
She’d made scrambled eggs alone dozens—no, hundreds—of times before…
‘But I never had anyone draw ketchup pictures for me.’
So naturally she was stunned.
“Should I draw a bunny that looks like you? Or maybe a heart?”
“You can draw a bunny?”
“Of course I can.”
“Then… a bunny.”
As if accepting a formal order, Doha immediately started drawing on Yewon’s scrambled eggs with ketchup.
“Ta-da.”
“Woooow!”
What can’t this uncle do?
Yewon gasped in admiration at the surprisingly cute bunny.
“Eat well.”
“Yes!”
Yewon answered energetically before suddenly pausing.
“What? Want something to drink first?”
“…Is that all Uncle’s eating?”
Yewon pointed with her fork at Doha’s plate.
They had used all seven remaining eggs, yet no matter how generously she estimated, only about one egg’s worth had ended up on Doha’s plate.
“Uncle’s full even without eating.”
“?”
What kind of person says that?
Yewon immediately frowned.
“You’ll get sick.”
“Uncle’s strong.”
“If Uncle gets sick, then who’s going to raise Yewon?”
“…….”
“If Uncle gets sick too, Yewon will be alone again.”
Yewon grumbled softly.
“…I’ll eat. I’ll eat. Uncle won’t get sick.”
Complaining worked effectively.
With a deep sigh, Doha stole a little from Yewon’s plate.
“…….”
I’m not happy about it, but I’ll let it slide for now.
I can just make him eat more at lunch later.
Just as Doha was about to lift his spoon—
“Wait!”
“Hm?”
“I wanna draw too.”
“Draw what? Ah… ketchup?”
Doha looked puzzled for a moment before understanding and nodding.
Yewon firmly gripped the ketchup bottle with both hands—
“!”
—and drew an enormous heart.
“Uncle can’t get sick. So I gave you a heart.”
Doha stared silently at the ketchup heart for a long moment before nodding.
“…You’re right. Uncle absolutely won’t get sick. Thank you.”
“Mhm.”
“…….”
Even while Yewon sat there feeling proud of herself, Doha couldn’t pick up his spoon for a long time and simply stared blankly at the ketchup heart.
At first Yewon only felt proud, but eventually she became confused too.
“Is the heart too big?”
“Huh? No. No, it’s not.”
“Then why aren’t you eating?”
“…….”
After hesitating briefly, Doha finally spoke.
“When Uncle was little, Yewon’s mom—my sister—used to draw really huge hearts like this too.”
“!”
“Just like Yewon….”
After saying that, Doha took a bite of scrambled eggs.
“…You really can’t deny blood relations….”
Pretending not to hear him, Yewon scooped up a huge spoonful of scrambled eggs and stuffed her mouth full.
Soft and fluffy.
Made with milk exactly according to Yewon’s recipe, the eggs melted in her mouth.
For the first time—
She could actually savor the taste of eggs one bite at a time.
Not simply stuffing food down to survive a meal—
But sitting face-to-face with family.
Just as she was about to enjoy that peaceful morning—
“Hey—! Lee Do-ha!”
“?!”
Suddenly, the front door unlocked with a loud click, followed by an earth-shaking yell.
“I heard you got yourself a niece—!”
A young man charged into the kitchen with overwhelming force.
“?!?!”
More specifically, a young man radiating troublemaker energy from head to toe.
The moment Yewon saw him, she instinctively realized:
‘Han Wooyeon!’
That man—
Must be the protagonist of the very first sub-quest.
[ ▶ Sub Quest (1)
…
First, you must bring back the member most friendly toward Lee Doha, ‘Han Wooyeon,’ into the family’s embrace.
Bring Glit member Han Wooyeon back to this house. ]
Which meant—
She had to make that person come back to this house.