song: Hello Hello - ATTACK     ---   'Sometimes I wonder, living in this cold, hard, glittery glamourized world, how would plainness taste? Maybe today I've found the answer.'   ---   "Siwan ssi...so you're really not going to respond to anything I say, huh? Fine. Do as you please. I quite like a quiet husband. It makes life more peaceful." She smiled and continued reading the judging criterias for the cooking competition. Not exactly interested in this kind of small events, but since her future mother-in-law assured Siwan would be there, then she's willing to waste a little bit of her precious time to amuse him. Which she knew he did feel amused, even with his stoned-static response, or rather, lack of it. She knew he was burning with anger inside, and enjoyed that thought. He was so cold, he could use a little burn to melt down that ego and resistance.   'Huh...lady, so you're trying to provoke me huh? Cheap trick. Let's wait and see the real definition of peaceful.' And he continued cursing her inwardly all the while keeping his straight face.   'How could Mother do this to me? She said she'd let me have until this weekend to make my own life decision and right after saying that....this? So she is really serious about this huh? How the heck am I going to find a girl to marry in two-three days?'   "Mr. Im, Miss Nam, Chef Kim, the competition has ended and we will present the entries for judging now. Please give your marks according to the criteria form on your table."    Siwan couldn't be bothered about the rest of the mall manager's babling. He was only there to check on the operations while covering it up by serving as a judge for the competition. And much to his dismay, his self-claimed future wife was also sent there as a judge. He could bet she didn't even know how to cook instant noodle. 'Typical of spoilt princess who think she owns the world cuz daddy says so.'   "Mr. Im, are you alright? Please taste the competing dishes now and give your marks."    "Oh...right." He smiled a little uneasily at the man. Their tables had been spread with various dishes which all look the same to him. Glamorous, pretty, rich. Much like all the girls shoved to him. Pretty and flawless on the outside, but no substance in the inside. It's not like the lobsters, crabs, prawns and all the gourmet seafood cooked and decorated stylishly don't taste good. He know they do, but he's just tired of them. So tired and sick that he hadn't been eating like a normal person for the recent years. He would eat when he's forced to. But whenever he's by himself, many times he ended up forgetting to eat. Maybe that was one reason his health had been deteriorating and he often fell sick, though he would hide it whenever he could with painkillers.   Even the sight of these food, made him nauseous.   Except for a bowl, orange coloured melamine, with a very plain looking porridge on the inside. Without a single decoration. Just plain, bland, and different than the rest. And that sight puzzled him more than anything.   'Why would this person cook something like this for a competition where everyone else opt to be as flashy as possible? Does this person own that great of a confidence? Or does this person want to stand out from the rest? Or is there some secret hidden ingredient at the bottom of the porridge?'   "I choose that one as the winner. That's it." He said simply. He could see from the corner of his eye, Nam Jihyun also stopped trying the dishes though her eyes didn't stay at the porridge for more than a split second. 'Probably find it an insult to view such a cheap looking thing, huh? Typical.' Siwan griped to himself.   "But...Mr. Im, you haven't even taste any of the dishes and there are also other criterias that you need to give attention besides..."   "I'm full and I