Peninsula diplomat: My second life with a top celebrity

How wonderful life would be if your oppa could cook...

My younger sister is taking the college entrance exam this year, so I made her this nutritious breakfast...

Give up on your fantasies, Korean men won't make you breakfast...

The most tasteless thing in the world must be playing music out loud on TikTok.

Jung Do-hoon returned home and was preparing ingredients on the cutting board when he heard the sound of a short video coming from the sofa in the distance.

His assessment of this was that, after reaching a certain point, the self-media landscape hasn't become diverse and vibrant; instead, everyone is simply copying the same template…

Why is Ya-Hsien looking at the same thing over and over again? Who is she clicking on?

"I'm making you lunch, aren't I?" Jung Do-hoon shrugged helplessly, placed the sliced ​​beef on a plate, and brought it to the table.

#Height 182cm#, #Has abs#, #Civil servant#, #Austere black apron#, #White shirt#...

When Ya-Hsien looked up at Jung Do-Hoon, she saw not only her oppa, but also several tags that seemed to float past behind him, all of which were the secrets to online popularity.

No wonder Jung Do-hoon gained tens of thousands of followers in one night; he's almost more famous than Ya-hsien herself.

Will she still beg her brother to take her to film TikTok challenges so she can get some traffic?

Jung Do-hoon noticed that his sister's gaze was a little off—it was a strange feeling, she wasn't even looking at him, but was staring thoughtfully behind him.

If it weren't for the fact that it's still broad daylight, it would really be a bit eerie.

It wasn't until Zheng Daoxun waved his hand in front of Ya Xian's face that the girl came to her senses and said with considerable emotion:

"Aigoo~ But other people's sisters are so lucky~ They have their own oppa making breakfast for them every day. You rarely cook for me, and it's only because I'm sick."

"Zheng Yaxian, can you please stop using that coquettish tone from those short videos..." Zheng Daoxun got goosebumps all over. Where did his little sister, who cried her eyes out in his arms last night and made him want to protect her, go?

Having lived two lives, Jung Do-hoon had really never faced his younger sister's coquettish behavior much.

"Hey, if I complain about you, you say I'm sarcastic, but if I try to be cute with you, you think I'm disgusting~" Ya Xian slumped on the table, looking completely dejected, as if he had been deeply betrayed by her.

Perhaps this is one of the advantages of being a younger sister. Even though he knew Ya Xian was just whining, Zheng Daoxun's heart softened after hearing this.

He reached out and patted his sister's shoulder: "It's not that I feel disgusted, it's just that I'm a little unaccustomed to it right now. Actually, you're quite cute when you're being affectionate... I swear."

Ya Xian blinked. She was just teasing Zheng Daoxun, why did he take it so seriously?

Perhaps... just as Ya-Hsien is learning how to be a younger sister, he is also learning how to be a good older brother.

It's really hard to bring yourself to criticize his serious demeanor.

"I'll try to leave work earlier from now on so I can cook for you."

"Actually, it's not necessary... Oppa, you already work hard enough..." Ya-Hsien muttered, leaning on the table and looking at the hot pot ingredients piled high on it.

At one point, she even thought that maybe she should act cute with Jung Do-hoon more often in the future, so that they could have a normal brother-sister relationship.

"It's nothing, anyway, every meal is one less to eat..." Zheng Daoxun sat down with a sigh and prepared the sauce for his sister.

"Hey! What do you mean by 'every meal is one less'? That's bad luck, ptooey ptooey!" Ya-xian misunderstood and hurriedly spoke in Chinese.

"I mean, after you debut, there will definitely be fewer days when we can sit down and have dinner together."

"I can go home to live during my vacation," Ya-xian said, realizing she had misunderstood, but still pouting.

"Looks like I can't date for a while, otherwise I'll have to take you along on vacation." Zheng Daoxun finished cooking the meat and put it into Ya Xian's bowl.

"Ha! It's like you already have someone you're flirting with..." Ya Xian said, then suddenly grabbed Zheng Daoxun's wrist and pulled it to her nose to sniff—

Strange, why is there no scent? Zheng Yaxian clearly remembered smelling perfume on Zheng Daoxun's hand just now.

"Give me your hand," Zheng Yaxian urged, grabbing Zheng Daoxun's right hand and sniffing it carefully.

"What are you up to?" Zheng Daoxun's wrist was being pinched, and his hand took the opportunity to squeeze Ya Xian's soft, chubby cheek: "Are you a puppy? Sniffing around like that."

"Something's not right with you. You smell like another woman," Ya Xian wrinkled her nose slightly, abandoning her craving for hot pot. "It's different from Yeji unnie's. Who did you go out with this morning?"

Jung Do-hoon remembered the perfume Bae Suzy had lightly dabbed on his wrist, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

No way... He was cooking, washing vegetables and washing his hands. Even if there was perfume, he should have washed it off by now.

"Oh, I remember your zodiac sign isn't dog, how come your nose is so sensitive..." Jung Do-hoon withdrew his hand. Actually, there was nothing he couldn't talk about regarding his relationship with Soo-ji.

His younger sister's tense and alarmed expression was quite amusing, and he wanted to tease Ya Xian.

"Weren't you going out to rent a wheelchair for me? Why are you with a girl... You two are holding hands."

What does this all mean? Zheng Daoxun was quite impressed with Ya Xian's imagination.

"Maybe I just leaned against it without realizing it."

"You mean, a man and a woman alone together, and they accidentally end up holding hands?"

"I just stopped by to return an umbrella to a friend after renting the wheelchair, and then gave her a ride to work. She sprayed some perfume in my car..." Jung Do-hoon raised his eyebrows.

What a convenient route...

What a clever way to spray perfume in a car!

This woman is no ordinary person.

Zheng Yaxian looked at the man opposite her with considerable anxiety, her expression one of deep regret:

"Dohoon, you're only twenty-five, the prime of your life. You should be a little wary of girls."

Ya Xian was completely imitating Ou Ma's way of speaking, except that Ou Ma would only urge him to get married, but would not advise him to stay away from strange women like Ya Xian did.

"Alright, I'll stop teasing you." Zheng Daoxun really couldn't do anything with Ya Xian. This child's emotions were just too much. She was definitely good material to be an idol.

"I went to a banquet hosted by the wife of the Argentine ambassador last week and happened to run into Bae Suzy. She lent me an umbrella. I'm not lying to you."

"Ha, what a coincidence! I met Bae Suzy at a banquet."

"Why would I lie to you? Do you want me to show you Bae Suzy's Kakao?"

"Why don't you mention that you met TWICE and NMIXX when you went to Indonesia? You practically covered all of JYPE's members, young and old." Ya-Hsien started muttering about Jung Do-Hsun in Chinese again.

Actually... Jung Do-hoon really added Seol-yoon on Kakao, and he even knows Minatozaki Sana's phone number.

"I have Sana's phone number, do you believe me?"

"I don't believe you, you big idiot!"

"If we don't eat meat soon, it'll get tough." Zheng Daoxun changed the subject. "Girls born in the Year of the Pig are really good at eating, so hurry up and eat more."

"Jung Do-hoon...do you have some kind of prejudice against girls born in the Year of the Pig?"

"How is that possible?"

"Do you know the old Chinese saying, 'Pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger'?"

Zheng Daoxun was born in 98, the Year of the Tiger.