Antique Page #5

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With a great Croissant Bouche.

Croque-en-Bouche!

Croque-en-Bouche,

Croque-en-Bouche...

It's nothing.

Syrup Wrapped around choux.

Yup, it's easy.

But the syrup breaks quickly,

so you'll have to do it there.

- Me?

- Yup.

Serves you right for

bringing in these deliveries.

Orders are flooding in,

so at least do that right.

Not again!

This is all coming

from your paycheck.

I told you!

What about you?

Bring it on!

Again, but sloWly.

You can't control

the temperature...

- Here, eggs.

- It's sticky.

Control your left hand's strength.

You think he's

actually excited about this?

Don't knoW.

Another day,

another customer!

I used to laugh at

his fake act...

It's Worth more than

your paycheck.

NoW, I feel sorry for him.

Be good, boys!

Drive safe!

- See you later!

- Don't Worry. I'm a pro.

Drive safe, Master!

Be careful!

I always wanted to be

like a superhero,

so that I could instantly

transform and be stronger.

Merry Christmas!

Sometimes I'm

evil Santa Claus...

Merry Christmas!

Say something.

He's embarrassed.

Or an embarrassed

Santa Claus...

Cake delivery!

Is anyone home?

"Merry Christmas, From Antique"

A heartbroken Santa Claus...

I'll take these.

- ShoW the customers in.

- Okay.

They're pretty boys.

Pretty boys.

- Did you see?

- He's so cute.

Merry Christmas!

Baby, come back to Papa.

- Delivery!

- What the...?

Hey, nice.

It's a hard knock life!

Merry Christmas!

- Welcome, Welcome.

- It's the neW guy!

Merry Christmas!

With each transformation,

I become a different "me".

Just for that moment,

I'm happy.

Pick it up!

Don't shake it here!

Su-young.

Be nice, Su-young.

Merry Christmas.

I made it from scratch,

so it's not great.

It's fantastic, Master.

Four guys sitting around

on Christmas...

Wonderful, huh?

I'm scared someone Will see.

BloW them out.

Okay, one, tWo...

NAM Su-young!

Count, damn it!

Come on,

it's Christmas.

The young boy's body

recently discovered in a pile of trash

has been confirmed as

nine-year-old, LEE Jae-seung.

Three months after disappearing,

he has returned lifeless.

Both parents quit theirjobs

and searched through the country...

Any minute noW.

The National Forensics Center

stated LEE's time of death as...

A week ago, the 17th.

Hi, Mom!

I loved that straWberry cake.

I thought maybe, he would be

among one of these...

And then, our a year passed

and Spring was near.

Come again!

Thank you,

come again!

And you're back!

What can I get

for you today?

Welcome.

Is this

MIN Sun-woo's shop?

Welcome.

MIN Sun-woo's shop...

Welcome.

Never mind.

Broken tape...

- Admit it!

- What?

- This is not a proper shop.

- I'm sorry.

This is my shop.

What do you want?

Is this how you

treat customers?

Jean-Baptiste?

- Sun-woo.

- What are you doing here?

Again?

Get a f***ing room.

What is he,

the Korean representative homo?

You haven't changed.

Are these the hands

that made such savory cakes?

Could I try your

croissant,

apple pie,

and chocolate eclair?

Oui, Chef.

Not bad.

Really?

Oh, I'm so happy.

That's the face

I came to see.

Woah!

You two get

any closer than that,

I'll kill you both.

Is he being jealous?

Your new boyfriend?

What?

Don't even.

He's my boss.

I know.

Don't be so sure.

You're using your power to keep Sun-woo,

but force will not last long.

No one is forcing him.

- Go. Get lost.

- Jin-hyuk, please.

- F*** off, a**hole.

- F*** off?

- You little...

- Hold on. Stop.

This puny kid is

why you're in Korea?

What the hell

are they saying?

Oh! They're speaking

a different language!

Goddamn idiot.

Go call the police!

The nerve of coming in here...

He's just here for

some stupid hotel fair.

Jeez, look at all the aWards.

Son of Guillaume Evan,

top three patissiers of the 1970's.

- Received title of "Master"...

- Master, my ass.

- "Emperor of French pastry"...

- Yeah. Right.

It's true.

He really is a genius.

I'll probably

never compare to him.

Then What you said before...

Going to Paris after some guy.

Is that him?

No.

That's someone else.

I see.

He Was the next?

Nope.

Let's see, Jean...

Jean...

I met Jean...

Hey, stop.

I'm sick of

all your Paris talk.

These two met,

had sex within 15 minutes,

and spent the rest of

their time fighting.

You know, like those strange

and boring French flicks.

Yup.

It just ended like that.

I thought that was how

their movie had ended.

I had no idea they were

planning a sequel.

You know,

I thought a lot

about the things

that happened with us.

You are forgiving me, right?

Forgive?

Of course not.

It was my mistake.

I was devastated

after you left.

You know,

I regretted it so.

And I began to

work hard again.

Thanks to your recipe,

the shop is more famous!

So much,

that the Ritz wants to

open a shop in my name.

Bravo!

Congratulations!

No, wait.

Wait.

You always warned me,

"success is no excuse

for hasty expansion".

So I was

going to decline,

but I remembered.

There's one person

in this world

that can flawlessly

recreate my pastries.

You.

He basically recruited me.

Recruit?

HoW much is the offer?

The Paris Ritz, so maybe

2 or 3 hundred grand?

Why didn't you give him

a bonus ahead of time?

It's a small cake shop

against a three-star hotel, idiot.

Three stars for What?

Never mind.

Are you serious about it?

I can't decide.

It's enough to buy Prada

pants and even sandals.

- You're kidding me.

- Master!

You can't go, please?

I still have

so much to learn!

He has to go.

Shut up!

I mean,

just look at us!

Is this the best

you can do, old man?

Hey, this is great for the skin!

Master.

- Idiot.

- Please, don't go.

I'll save up and buy you Prada.

Stop it, guys.

We don't have

a say in this.

This is his

choice to make.

For a second, I did think

that I should let him go.

Mom, hoW much is left

in my account?

Yeah, money I can

spend right noW.

That's it?

HoW come...

No, We're doing so Well,

I thought I might expand...

HoW's Dad's company?

I heard the economy

is great these...

Oh, a recession?

And Grandma?

Her assets are fine?

But she's quite healthy still...

It's nothing.

I'll call you back!

HoW is it?

SWeet.

What about this?

SWeet.

I bought out

all the top cake shops.

Let's just try to

pick someone.

Funny aftertaste.

Need to Wash it out

With our cakes...

Come on,

help me out here!

Are the homo's cakes

that good?

Boss, this is hoW I got

kicked out of the gym.

I Wake up, my gloves are gone.

Next day, it's the jump rope.

In the end,

even my spoon Was gone.

That's What you're

doing to him!

Instead of trying to

keep him here,

you go out and stick

a knife in his back?

Get your head straight!

- Come on, kid.

- Do you even Want him to stay?

Don't bring me

these amateur cakes.

Pay him or sleep With him.

Do Whatever it takes!

F***.

Sh*t, that's hot!

- Are you okay?

- They're all ruined.

I'm really sorry, Master.

Be careful.

What are these cakes?

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