The moment the living room door opened, a scene of total catastrophe unfolded. The smell of flour dust and cheonggukjang (fermented soybean paste) wafted through the air on the air conditioner's breeze. Go Mal-soon's cherished silk sofa had been transformed into a snowy mountain by a flour terror attack, and the culprits were right at the center of it. Seven-year-old Kim Jun, his face painted white with flour, was banging on a premium red pepper paste tub with a spoon, while Jjang-gu, who had turned into a yellow Pikachu after being covered in curry powder, wagged his tail excitedly. At the sight of this disastrous scene, Kim Jun-su quickly started a smartphone live stream, and Kim Jun-tae let out exclamations like a scholar who had just discovered ancient murals.

Jun-su｜ "Viewers! The eldest grandson of Cheongmyeong-dong is currently showcasing flour action painting! Jjang-gu, as of today, you have become a golden dog! Please hit that like button!"
Jun-tae｜ "Hajin, look at those bold touches and the color harmony of the curry! Jun must have a genius talent for art! This isn't just scribbling; it's art!"
Mal-soon｜ "Art, my foot! How is mashing cheonggukjang into my silk sofa art?! Kim Jun-young, how on earth did you raise your kid to wallpaper the house with his grandmother's red pepper paste?!"

In the middle of this chaos, only Kim Jun-young stood like a time bomb on the verge of exploding. What caught his eye was his favorite fishing reel in Jun's hand and his high school math textbook, which had been reduced to rags between Jjang-gu's teeth. Jun-young clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead bulging. A deep sense of rage washed over him at the fact that he was the only rational being in this house.

Hajin｜ "Mother, but doesn't what Jun drew with the red pepper paste look like a tteokbokki tray? He's definitely the successor to our snack shop! Should I tell Seung-shin to start menu development right away?"

Jun-young｜ "...Everyone, shut up and grab a broom. Hyung, start the vacuum now, and Father, turn off that broadcast. And Kim Jun, you come here with Jjang-gu. I guess Dad's textbook tasted really good, huh?"