Childhood Friend, You're My Type

You love stumbling over your words when you call me “Little Cabbage,” and I love how slim and tender you are, like a bean sprout. That's when I knew: you're just my type! The one dish I'll love most for the rest of my life. [Poisonous Horse, dinner is served] Li Youran is a third-rate writer for a food review column. She loves eating, making a fuss, and messing around, and she's so scatterbrained she can be downright silly. She's always working hard to become the top food review editor, dreaming as she pushes forward, but things never go as planned. She keeps getting into the most bizarre situations. Rumor has it she hooked up with the editor-in-chief, which is why she managed to keep her little job. Word is, she got in with a star food critic, which is why she keeps landing interviews. They say she hooked up with a scheming photographer, which is why she became the first food critic to have a photographer follow her around. A certain scheming photographer says the first two are wrong. Only the last one is true. A certain dim-witted girl gets angry. “Who hooked up with him? ...He was the one who hooked up with me!” Someone smiles, charming half the city. “That's right. I was the one who hooked up with her!” ** She never knew he had such a good memory. He even remembered things from their past life in this one. Everything seemed to last a century. He still remembered the first time she hit him on the head with a pomegranate. That was eighteen years ago, for goodness' sake. The first time he fought older students for her, he got beaten black and blue. She put her arms around him and scolded him fiercely, tears streaming nonstop. His lips brushed her face, and he tasted her tears. They were salty. They'd had their first kiss, their first embrace, and everything else, yet that girl still never gave him a moment's peace. The most outrageous thing she ever did was set him up with another girl. He swore then that he would never let her go in this life. He waited eight years. At last he returned in glory. The boyish face had grown into a man's rugged features. Standing before her, he said he had come to reclaim everything she owed him. She just looked blankly at him. Who was this handsome guy? He looked so familiar! He really wanted to strangle this idiot woman. He'd always known how scatterbrained she was and how terrible her memory could be. She could forget every single thing she'd ever done to him. But it was fine. She could forget. He would remember! It was time to come back and devour this dish...