Van Gogh Reborn! - Chapter 108

By the way, I feel more sleepy after eating.

I need to change my clothes, but I end up dropping my head without realizing it.

I thought I should sleep for at least 10 minutes, so when I lay down on the bed, grandpa called me.

“Hun, you have to brush your teeth.”

” Yes.”

I have to get up.

I promised to come at 10.

But is it really necessary to get up?

No, I have to go see Raphael.

I have to get up.

Wouldn’t it be okay to contact him now and ask him to delay the appointment for about an hour?

“…… You punk.”

I must have fallen asleep again.

Grandpa lifted me up and woke me up.

Grandpa put toothpaste on my toothbrush, so I had to bite it with my mouth.

The spiciness makes me feel a little drowsy.

Grandpa looks sadly at me.

“What grandpa?”

“It’s because you’re tired. You have to take a few days off after this, Okay?”

“Yes.”

Definitely, I won’t be this tired after a day of tossing and turning.

I ran nonstop for a month with a young body and traveled around the world, so I think I’ve accumulated fatigue without realizing it.

As grandpa said, I’d better take a few days off.

“We have to go out now,”

Grandpa squeezed the lotion and spread it on my face.

Uncle Bang knocked on the door as I put on the socks while my face was crumbling.

When I left the hotel, Henry’s secretary Arsene was waiting.

I came down two minutes earlier than the promised time, but I think he was here even before that.

I would have felt sorry for him if I had fallen asleep.

“Hello,”

Arsene bowed slightly.

It’s an equal world for everyone, but it’s a little uncomfortable to see him treat me like this.

“You look tired.”

“Yes, I didn’t sleep well.”

Arsene looked at me anxiously.

First, I got into the car through the door he opened for me.

The warm-hearted man began to drive.

“If you don’t mind, why don’t you use the recovery room?”

“Recovery room?”

“Yes. You’ll be much better in about two hours. And then you’d have lunch and I think soon Director Nolan will join you.”

Since I was so tired that I wanted to do it, so I replied first.

“Yes, I’d like to take it. How about Uncle Bang and grandpa?”

“No, I’m fine. Just the Professor and Hun enjoy it.”

“I’m fine, too.”

Uncle Bang and grandpa refused.

Both of them have a good physique and are healthy, so they will be less tired than me, but the two of them have also traveled together with me everywhere, so they also should be tired.

Uncle Bang did a lot of things for me.

I don’t know exactly what the recovery room is for, but it will be better than not receiving it.

“Let’s do it together, Grandpa and Uncle Bang. You must be tired too.”

“Yes, don’t feel pressured. El Patron told me to serve you with all my heart.”

“Marceau?”

Grandpa tilts his head.

Arsene tapped his left ear and asked someone to prepare a recovery room.

I thought he was talking to himself.

It seems like you can make a call by not even taking out your smartphone.

What a strange world it is.

“Oh,”

I forgot.

Even though I am just visiting Henry Marceau, I have to keep my manners.

“Can you stop by the flower shop on the way?”

“Flower shop?”

Uncle Bang tilts his head.

“Haha. It’s okay. El Patron doesn’t care about such formalities.”

“But as a guest, we must thank the host.”

I looked up at grandpa and he nodded.

“Where did you learn this?”

“I learned it on NewTube.”

After knowing the Internet and New Tube, I find answers to all my questions.

On the way, I bought a small flower pot and a card at a flower shop.

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“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“Whoooooo.”

“Ughhhhh.”

The three people, who received a massage for 30 minutes and took a paraffin bath in a recovery capsule where high-pressure oxygen was maintained, were drunk on the subtle scent of jasmine.

Violin sonatas, which were effective in inducing sleep, flowed from noise-canceling earphones worn to reduce external noise.

The three, who were completely cut off from the world and tasted comfort, quickly fell asleep.

Ko Hun, who woke up after sleeping deeply for about an hour, admired his light body.

He felt like he could do anything because he was clear-headed.

As soon as the capsule opened, he turned his head and found his grandfather.

“Grandpa, I’m not tired at all.”

“I know,”

Ko Sooyeol was also quite surprised, just like Ko Hun.

He felt chronic fatigue because the neck muscles were always tight, but it was amazing that it disappeared with just a simple massage and sleeping for about an hour.

“This way,” said the manager of the recovery room at the Marceau residence, accompanied by the staff.

When the paraffin attached to the body was removed and massaged once again, Ko Sooyeol, Ko Hun, and Bang Tae felt like their bodies were melting.

A Marceau staff brought special kale apple juice to three people, who were in gowns after a shower.

Ko Hun opened his eyes wide, drinking the sweet and refreshing drink.

“Wow, this is really good.”

“How do you feel, sir?”

“It’s certainly amazing, I feel light.”

Ko Hun, who washed away his sleepiness and fatigue in an instant, made a big decision.

He thought he should live frugally except for the cost for his work, but he decided that the recovery capsule was worth purchasing.

He wanted to buy one because he could feel refreshed in just an hour or two even if he stayed up all night painting.

“Grandpa, let’s buy that capsule.”

“Well,”

Ko Sooyeol was conflicted.

Maintaining a muscular body even at the age of 60s, he thought exercise was the best for his health.

He thought most health-related products were false or exaggerated, but after experiencing this, he thought it would be okay to have one at home.

“If we buy it, I can draw all night,”

Ko Hun persuaded his conflicted grandfather once more.

“The accumulation of fatigue might reduce the effect. You’ll be disappointed if you buy it for that purpose.”

Ko Hun was disappointed by the words of the recovery room manager.

“But this would be good for occasional use. How much is it?”

“It’s 30,000 euros at the time of purchase.”

Bang Tae opened his eyes wide at the recovery capsule price told by the manager.

He gave up wanting to buy it at a price higher than his car.

Ko Hun was also worried about the amount being bigger than he expected.

“Since the corporation pays 2.2 million won a month, 19 months…”

It was too much even for Ko Hun, who is earning 2.2 million won a month.

Ko Hun fiddled with the Kale juice cup while thinking that he should stop eating snacks for 19 months.

“Grandpa, can’t I use the money in the corporation?”

“Why not? You can use it.”

“You said I shouldn’t use it for anything that didn’t have anything to do with painting. So, can I buy the capsule?”

“It depends on how you deal with it. You can say that you bought it for employee welfare. Why? Do you want to buy it so much?”

Ko Hun nodded furiously.

“Okay, let’s think about it.”

Ko Sooyeol thought Ko Hun shouldn’t overdo it by trusting only the recovery capsule, but he thought it would be okay to buy it if Ko Hun could sometimes relieve his accumulated fatigue.

His grandson wants to spend the money tied to his corporate account, so he thought it would be fine as a birthday gift that will be coming on the 1st of the next month.

Ko Sooyeol nodded his head.

“If you’re finished taking a break, I’ll show you to the dining room.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Thank you.”

“Yes, Please.”

Ko Hun looked around.

He thought about it when he first entered the Marceau mansion, everything was more antique than any other building he had ever seen.

A huge castle built in the Rococo style, which briefly flourished in France in the 18th century, was completely renovated outside.

Blue exterior walls and white pillars.

The delicately carved decorations were plated and luxurious.

When he entered, the marble floor, which was shiny enough to reflect things, continued endlessly.

‘In a place like this,’

Ko Hun could not imagine how Henry Marceau, who became the owner of a great mansion at a young age, spent his childhood.

“The meal is ready,”

Ko Hun and his party headed to the dining hall under the guidance of the staff.

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Meanwhile, Henry Marceau, who had to wait for another two hours even after waiting for a full day, waited for Ko Hun while grinding his teeth.

Ko Hun’s delay was very unpleasant because he was anxious to show off his collection, including [Small Copper and Madonna].

Besides, the food that his nanny Sherry Gado cooked with all her heart yesterday went into the refrigerator.

Henry Marceau was just waiting for Ko Hun to do another rude thing.

Just in time, Ko Hun entered the dining hall.

It was irritating for Henry Marceau to look at Ko Hun who looked around with a bright smile after making him wait twice.

Henri Marceau greeted him like an adult.

“Welcome, Sir Ko Sooyeol. CEO Bang Tae.”

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“Thanks to you, I had a good rest.”

Ko Sooyeol and Bang Tae exchanged greetings with Henry Marceau.

Henry Marceau was generous enough to forgive Ko Hun, who did not greet him if he realized his mistake and apologized even now.

“Thank you for inviting me,”

But Ko Hun greeted him casually and sat down.

“……”

Henry, who expected him to be embarrassed because he did not greet him, was somewhat perplexed.

‘Well, at least he’s grateful,’ beckoned Henry Marceau.

Secretary Arsene rang the bell and signaled to bring in the dishes.

Moments later, the employees of Marceau’s mansion came in with glass.

Ko Hun’s attention got drawn to the subtle yellow color in the glass and the orange showing off its coveted flesh.

Lille Blanc, served as an aperitif, was placed in front of everyone.

However, there was only unsweetened orange juice in front of Ko Hun.

“Let’s eat,”

Henry raised his glass.

Bang Tae, who was not familiar with France’s food and wine culture, smelled the alcohol and carefully moistened his mouth.

“Wow, this is good.”

Bang Tae’s honest appreciation shook Ko Hun.

He was a heavy drinker, and he decided not to touch the liquor that had troubled him in his past life.

He thought it would be okay to drink if it was without lead looking at the beautiful liquor put in front of him.

“Can I drink that?”

Ko Hun asked Ko Sooyeol.

“Hmm?”

“Is there lead in it, grandpa?”

“Haha. It’s alright. There’s no lead in alcohol these days. Do you wonder what it tastes like?”

“Yes!”

“No.”

“…..”

When Ko Hun drank orange juice with disappointment, Henry raised one corner of his mouth satisfactorily.

However, it was only a small sense of victory, and the crime of making him wait and putting the food carefully prepared by the nanny into the refrigerator cannot be washed away with just that.

Sherry Gado, the housekeeper of the Marceau mansion and the nanny of Henry Marceau, served food.

She and the chefs prepared the amuse-bouche (appetizer), prepared for abalone cooked in butter and wine, salmon tartare, foie graterin for the Korean guests.

“Nice to meet you. My name is Sherry. I baked tofu because I heard you were from Korea, but I don’t know if it will suit your taste.”

Ko Hun made a fuss after taking one bite of tofu.

“It’s good. It’s crispy on the outside, but it smells savory when you chew it. Is this Español sauce?”

“Oh, you know it well. Yes, we made it with our own butter and beef broth.”

“It’s great. I’ve never had such a delicious Español sauce. It goes so well with tofu.”

“Ho-ho-ho. How can you speak so beautifully? Do you want some more?”

“Yes. Please, madam.”

“Oh, my God. He’s very polite. Yeah, I’ll get it for you right away.”

“Oh, and this. Thank you for inviting me to a wonderful meal.”

Ko Hun took out a small pot that he had put in a paper bag.

Three purple irises were blooming fresh.

“What a polite child. I don’t know why Henry bothered such a baby so much.”

Henry Marceau furrowed his eyebrows.