Lee Seo-jun didn’t feel refreshed even after going to the washroom in the morning.
He tried to hide his queasy feelings and smiled throughout the filming, but he was very uncomfortable inside.
‘I have to ask him today.’
If possible, he had to try to talk to him in a secluded place where no one could see them.
However, he couldn’t find the opportunity.
Dozens of staff members were together on the set, the camera was constantly rolling, and even the pin microphone he was wearing meant that even the sound of his quiet breathing was clearly heard by the audio director holding the mixer.
A perfect chance came to him as he was watching for an opportunity.
“Ride with us.”
“I’ll do th···.”
“Wait.”
If they were moving, there would be no microphones, cameras, or staff.
If they rode in the car together, they could talk about this and that and he could sneakily get what he wanted.
Manager Kyung-sik was a tight-lipped guy, so he wouldn’t talk even if he knew, but just in case···.
‘Let’s just vaguely ask him about a friend.’
Seo-jun, who had made a meticulous plan, put his hand on Cha Hae-jun’s shoulder as if they were close and said,
“Let’s ride in my car. The staff’s car is small and uncomfortable.”
“Is that okay?”
“Of course. We need to get to know each other a bit too, right, Director?”
“Of course. We’ll meet in Yeonnam-dong.”
Lee Seo-jun pushed Cha Hae-jun into the van as if he was shoving him.
As they drove through the heavy city traffic and finally got on the inner ring road, Seo-jun complimented Cha Hae-jun’s Sunflower Restaurant’s food while approaching him in a friendly manner.
“···Among my friends, there are actually quite a few regulars at that restaurant.”
Sunflower was a place where many customers came and went.
So it was impossible to remember the faces of every regular.
“I became a huge fan of the chef after eating the food that day.”
“Thank you.”
“Anyway, about that friend···.”```
Seo-jun lowered his voice and got to the main point.
Kyung-sik, who had briefly checked behind him with the room mirror, turned up the volume of the audio in the driver's seat. It was a silent act of not wanting to eavesdrop on Saddam. Kyung-sik's sense was the reason why he had been Seo-jun's manager for a long time.
"His usual urine stream is weak. You know? Prostate problems of middle-aged men."
Hae-jun nodded as he could often see advertisements for prostate medicine promoted by popular trot singers in the past while flipping through TV channels.
“What should he do···? While he was worrying, he ate tomato pasta at Chef Cha’s shop, and after that, his urine was like this, psssh- You know? Psssh- psssh-. Like a waterfall, so cool! That’s what he saw. So he thought it was because of the tomatoes, so he ate a lot of them, but after that, it was psssh- again. So he’s very worried. He told me to ask you since I was meeting Chef Cha today. He asked if there were any special ingredients in the pasta that were good for the prostate.”
Hae-jun slapped his knee as he listened to the story.
“Ah!···”
“Ah? Why? Did you think of something?”
It was the moment when the efficacy of Grade B tomatoes was revealed.
If abalone is good for relieving fatigue and lemon is good for skin beauty, then tomatoes are excellent for the prostate of middle-aged men.
Since Cha Hae-jun, who is twenty-five and healthy, had consumed them, it was natural for him to feel no effect.
‘That’s what it was.’
“Tell me.”
Seo-jun asked, urging him.
Cha Hae-jun tilted his head as he looked at Seo-jun, whose eyes were unusually bright.
‘But why does actor Lee Seo-jun like this so much?’
It was an expression that was more expectant than he was, who had been curious about it for weeks.
‘No way. Was it not his friend but actor Lee Seo-jun who had the problem?’
It’s 100%.
Hae-jun remembers it clearly too.
The only time he made pasta with Grade B tomatoes was the day Lee Seo-jun came.
“Hurry up.”
“Um··· First of all, there were no special ingredients added.”
“Oh, really?”
The atmosphere suddenly calmed down, as if he had just gotten off a roller coaster.
“Except for tomatoes.”
“!···?”
You know that tomatoes are good food for men’s prostates, right?”
“Then. How much research did I do··· Ah, um··· My friend. Anyway, so he ate the tomatoes too, right? He didn’t see any effect.”
The story's timeline keeps getting mixed up.
'As expected, the main character of the story was actor Lee Seo-jun himself.'
While studying the effects of tomatoes, Hae-jun coincidentally read an article about the prostate gland.
It said that tomatoes grown in the real world for over a year can have a significant effect on the prostate gland.
"My tomatoes have a much higher lycopene content than other varieties. That's why the effects appear so quickly."
He roughly explained it by combining it with the science of reality.
If he said that he had grown a B-class crop on the Dimensional Farm and that he had consumed the ingredients to produce the effects, he would have been treated like a madman.
"Can you sell some to me?"
"Well, they're very rare, so it's not easy to get them. They're grown in small quantities for research purposes, so I don't know when I'll be able to get them again."
"···."
He quickly became gloomy.
"Are you having a hard time these days?"
"I'm dying. It's agony every time I go to the bathroom."
His friend's story suddenly sank in.
"I was counting on Chef Cha, but··· it's a no-go."
He said, exhaling deeply.
Seeing Lee Seo-jun's desperate face, he couldn't just let it go.
"Actor-nim. Can you write down your address?"
"Address? What address?"
"Your home address. I'll send you the tomatoes if I get them."
"R, really?! If you happen to get them, please do me a favor. I'll pay as much as it takes."
Lee Seo-jun’s actions, which squeezed Hae-jun’s hand, conveyed his desperation.
"Money is fine."
"Thank you. Really···. Haa. And, what's with 'Actor-nim'? From now on, call me hyung. From now on, you're my younger brother."
Cha Hae-jun became sworn brothers with Lee Seo-jun over a single tomato.
Lee Seo-jun didn’t feel refreshed even after going to the washroom in the morning.
He tried to hide his queasy feelings and smiled throughout the filming, but he was very uncomfortable inside.
‘I have to ask him today.’
If possible, he had to try to talk to him in a secluded place where no one could see them.
However, he couldn’t find the opportunity.
Dozens of staff members were together on the set, the camera was constantly rolling, and even the pin microphone he was wearing meant that even the sound of his quiet breathing was clearly heard by the audio director holding the mixer.
A perfect chance came to him as he was watching for an opportunity.
“Ride with us.”
“I’ll do th···.”
“Wait.”
If they were moving, there would be no microphones, cameras, or staff.
If they rode in the car together, they could talk about this and that and he could sneakily get what he wanted.
Manager Kyung-sik was a tight-lipped guy, so he wouldn’t talk even if he knew, but just in case···.
‘Let’s just vaguely ask him about a friend.’
Seo-jun, who had made a meticulous plan, put his hand on Cha Hae-jun’s shoulder as if they were close and said,
“Let’s ride in my car. The staff’s car is small and uncomfortable.”
“Is that okay?”
“Of course. We need to get to know each other a bit too, right, Director?”
“Of course. We’ll meet in Yeonnam-dong.”
Lee Seo-jun pushed Cha Hae-jun into the van as if he was shoving him.
As they drove through the heavy city traffic and finally got on the inner ring road, Seo-jun complimented Cha Hae-jun’s Sunflower Restaurant’s food while approaching him in a friendly manner.
“···Among my friends, there are actually quite a few regulars at that restaurant.”
Sunflower was a place where many customers came and went.
So it was impossible to remember the faces of every regular.
“I became a huge fan of the chef after eating the food that day.”
“Thank you.”
“Anyway, about that friend···.”```
Seo-jun lowered his voice and got to the main point.
Kyung-sik, who had briefly checked behind him with the room mirror, turned up the volume of the audio in the driver's seat. It was a silent act of not wanting to eavesdrop on Saddam. Kyung-sik's sense was the reason why he had been Seo-jun's manager for a long time.
"His usual urine stream is weak. You know? Prostate problems of middle-aged men."
Hae-jun nodded as he could often see advertisements for prostate medicine promoted by popular trot singers in the past while flipping through TV channels.
“What should he do···? While he was worrying, he ate tomato pasta at Chef Cha’s shop, and after that, his urine was like this, psssh- You know? Psssh- psssh-. Like a waterfall, so cool! That’s what he saw. So he thought it was because of the tomatoes, so he ate a lot of them, but after that, it was psssh- again. So he’s very worried. He told me to ask you since I was meeting Chef Cha today. He asked if there were any special ingredients in the pasta that were good for the prostate.”
Hae-jun slapped his knee as he listened to the story.
“Ah!···”
“Ah? Why? Did you think of something?”
It was the moment when the efficacy of Grade B tomatoes was revealed.
If abalone is good for relieving fatigue and lemon is good for skin beauty, then tomatoes are excellent for the prostate of middle-aged men.
Since Cha Hae-jun, who is twenty-five and healthy, had consumed them, it was natural for him to feel no effect.
‘That’s what it was.’
“Tell me.”
Seo-jun asked, urging him.
Cha Hae-jun tilted his head as he looked at Seo-jun, whose eyes were unusually bright.
‘But why does actor Lee Seo-jun like this so much?’
It was an expression that was more expectant than he was, who had been curious about it for weeks.
‘No way. Was it not his friend but actor Lee Seo-jun who had the problem?’
It’s 100%.
Hae-jun remembers it clearly too.
The only time he made pasta with Grade B tomatoes was the day Lee Seo-jun came.
“Hurry up.”
“Um··· First of all, there were no special ingredients added.”
“Oh, really?”
The atmosphere suddenly calmed down, as if he had just gotten off a roller coaster.
“Except for tomatoes.”
“!···?”
You know that tomatoes are good food for men’s prostates, right?”
“Then. How much research did I do··· Ah, um··· My friend. Anyway, so he ate the tomatoes too, right? He didn’t see any effect.”
The story's timeline keeps getting mixed up.
'As expected, the main character of the story was actor Lee Seo-jun himself.'
While studying the effects of tomatoes, Hae-jun coincidentally read an article about the prostate gland.
It said that tomatoes grown in the real world for over a year can have a significant effect on the prostate gland.
"My tomatoes have a much higher lycopene content than other varieties. That's why the effects appear so quickly."
He roughly explained it by combining it with the science of reality.
If he said that he had grown a B-class crop on the Dimensional Farm and that he had consumed the ingredients to produce the effects, he would have been treated like a madman.
"Can you sell some to me?"
"Well, they're very rare, so it's not easy to get them. They're grown in small quantities for research purposes, so I don't know when I'll be able to get them again."
"···."
He quickly became gloomy.
"Are you having a hard time these days?"
"I'm dying. It's agony every time I go to the bathroom."
His friend's story suddenly sank in.
"I was counting on Chef Cha, but··· it's a no-go."
He said, exhaling deeply.
Seeing Lee Seo-jun's desperate face, he couldn't just let it go.
"Actor-nim. Can you write down your address?"
"Address? What address?"
"Your home address. I'll send you the tomatoes if I get them."
"R, really?! If you happen to get them, please do me a favor. I'll pay as much as it takes."
Lee Seo-jun’s actions, which squeezed Hae-jun’s hand, conveyed his desperation.
"Money is fine."
"Thank you. Really···. Haa. And, what's with 'Actor-nim'? From now on, call me hyung. From now on, you're my younger brother."
Cha Hae-jun became sworn brothers with Lee Seo-jun over a single tomato.
