What a Man Wants Page #3

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Didn't he study in southern Italy?

He went to Venice. It's up north.

He took a class for 3 months.

I took a Chinese cooking

class for 6 months.

Not the Chinese restaurant again!

Just send me an e-mail.

- You won't reply, right?

- Nope.

What's with the Chinks out of the blue!

Chinks?

Chinks!

How ignorant! Are you a racist?

And

it wasn't out of the blue!

Then what?

Suddenly?

Whatever! Just shut up.

I'm going to the bank.

I'm not done talking!

We're not done with our loans!

I'm going home.

Whatever.

We're closed for today.

Can't you stay open?

It's 10 o'clock.

We close at 10 o'clock.

Is there a McDonald's around?

Would you like black bean noodles?

One more bowl?

Can you make me an entre dish?

Entre?

Like sweet and sour pork?

I want to make a Chinese restaurant

distinct to Jeju Island.

A place where even Chinese

tourists will want to come.

Add something unique to

Jeju Island in the sauce.

For instance...

Canola honey!

With no one to really talk to,

I thought I was weird.

We could be weird.

The food is weird too.

Why's Chinese food so

good at an Italian resto?

You don't have to say it's good.

I mean it. It's delicious.

Many years later, when you

suddenly come to mind,

I'll try to remember your name

and think 'the Chinese food!'

Then I'll just order Chinese food

and throw the chopsticks.

And it'll say, 'Bong's

China' on the chopsticks?

That's so sad.

Now, tell me a story.

- What?

- Anything.

A man cooks something for me.

He rests his chin on his

hand and looks at me.

He tells me stories

while I enjoy the food.

I'd love that.

- Rest my chin?

- Yes.

Like this?

On second thought, maybe not.

So, how did you meet your wife?

At a cooking school in Italy.

We paid so much to study there.

But I soon realized I

don't like Italian food.

And my wife realized she can't cook.

Just good at chopping.

We felt like we wasted time and money.

We understood each other.

What can I say?

I can't really explain it.

Our sympathetic nerves

made a tacit connection.

You two beat the odds, huh?

So after school we went out for coffee.

We talked and held hands.

Then we got married.

Funny thing is we're running

an Italian restaurant.

I wanna go.

Really?

Okay.

If a woman who's into you asks

about your wife, don't talk.

If you must, talk about

the bad times with her.

By the way, I want to sleep with you.

That's your picture, right?

It was part of an act.

The last of an ugly relationship.

Is this an act too?

What?

I'm a pretty boring guy.

Why didn't you mention

it before we did it?

Struggling to find the words...

It's cute.

You can go now.

You want me to go now?

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