1983 Past Life Manga King

“I’ve tried about ten kinds, and I think Cheon Sang-wooksa was the best.”

“Ten? More than that, Cheon Sang Beef Raising Company is a fantastic Yorinde that I made just with my own thoughts……”

“Still, the chef could only reproduce about 60 percent of that, so he made the rest a guess.”

They all look lost for words.

me too

The reason is that, among the dishes in King of Cooking, there are very few common dishes. However, most of the common ones are dumplings or somen noodles that appear in Gaekzun.

By the way, I cooked and ate ten dishes that appeared there, and in particular, Cheon Sang Beef Yuksa, which was described as the ultimate food in the cartoon, was so honest that even Lee Dae-bong said that he did not know what it tasted like.

What the hell is that woman?

Thinking like that, he looks at the woman, and Lee Dae-bong asks if it has anything to do with that fact.

“Wow, I want to try that too. What did it taste like?”

“Like in a cartoon, heavenly taste, nothing like that. It wasn’t bad though. Of course, the cost of the ingredients is a bit high, so the chef said it was an inefficient dish.”

“Yes. Even if it was reproduced 60 percent of the time, the material would be huge.”

Lee Dae-bon said so and admired it.

“If there is a chance, I will treat James writer once. If you ever come to Japan, please contact me.”

“I will! of course you should I don’t know when I’ll be able to go.”

“······why? close.”

It is easy to come from Japan, but the situation in Korea is a little different. You don’t know that, so you’re saying that.

Well, you look young, so there must be a lot you don’t know yet.

Having said that, Michiko asked James again.

“Does writer James also live here?”

“I wish I did, but our Yoonhwan won’t allow it.”

Daebong Lee said so and looked back at me.

with a look of regret.

Then, Michiko also noticed that I was Yoon-hwan, as Lee Dae-bong said, and looked at me.

But his expression is a bit odd.

Then she goes straight ahead and takes turns looking at Lee Dae-bong.

After a while, his expression darkens a bit.

what? What the hell are you thinking?

“You idiot, you idiot causes misunderstandings.”

Lee Dae-bong’s eyes shed at Silver’s sudden words.

“I misunderstood, what?”

“Ask because you don’t know?” “I don’t know?”

Michiko, who was depressed, is startled when the two suddenly start arguing. Then she rolls her eyes and glances at her Jiro.

Then she sees Jiro smiling bitterly and shrugging her shoulders.

Two people are arguing in Korean, so I can’t understand them, and I’m just confused.

However, Michiko soon cuts her interest from the two of them and approaches Seon-hee.

“Sunny sir?”

“······Yeah?”

“Can I take a look at your work?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Thank you.”

After she said that, she took a chair from her, put it next to Seon-hee’s desk, and started looking at it.

It’s totally authentic.

At that moment, Jiro is startled, and she lifts Michiko up.

“What are you doing?”

“Yeah? Watching Mr. Sunny’s work…”.

“No, I mean, what if you let it happen like this?”

“Yeah? why?”

When she asks Michiko with a look that she doesn’t understand, Jiro says something in a quiet voice.

Then she takes her straight to her and goes out of her.

Seonhee, who stopped working at the sight of these two people, raises her head and mutters.

“I’m fine.”

By the way, Michiko, didn’t you say that woman is definitely a newbie? But why do you feel like a person from a different world than us?

As for the cooks earlier.

But, if you think about it, there might be a chef you just know.

She is a woman with a strange feeling anyway.

It’s also unique to have a lot of silliness.

I also feel like it’s fun.

Anyway, Lee Dae-bong, who was watching the two of them go out, said with a look of admiration.

“Michiko-san, you are such a wonderful person. How did the king of Jungwon cuisine challenge the cuisine?”

“It’s great in a way that there are people who challenge the dishes in your story.”

When Silver suddenly intervened, Lee Dae-bong made a strong impression.

“You, don’t even think about eating Cheon Sang-wooksa!”

“I am playing. don’t eat it something like that.”

“·················ogue.”

* * *

After Jiro took Michiko out to her yard, she glanced around and asked.

But his expression is not serious.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“Didn’t you say you had business in Korea?”

Michiko shrugged her shoulders as if she was dazed when Jiro suddenly asked her with a sense of coercion.

“Ah yes. Is it? You can go slow.”

“Can I go slow?”

“Yeah. Take it slow.”

“Is it okay to say that you came here to work?”

“It’s because of that…”

Jiro laughed at that answer. Then he asked again, hardening her face.

“You say the right thing.”

“Yeah? What?”

“Actually, you have nothing to do with Korea, do you?”

“······Yeah?”

Startled, Michiko turns his head away.

Then he found a white cat in the yard and said it was a pleasure to see him.

“Wow, what a pretty cat.”

“Don’t go around talking nonsense.”

He looked into Jiro’s eyes and pointed with her finger.

“No, it is true. there. I have a cat.”

“Who is not now? And the cat doesn’t matter now.”

“·················ogue.”

“Don’t think about jumping over it, am I right?”

“······no. I really have other things to do.”

But it’s a crawling voice, so I don’t really believe it.

“okay? Then where?”

“It’s my job…”

“Nail? Newcomer to Korea, and take on a secret job? Do you think that makes sense?”

“Isn’t it…?”

“What is he saying now? Isn’t that obvious?”

“············ Of course. I thought it would make sense.”

Saying that, Michiko put on a sullen expression on her face.

Seeing her like that, Jiro’s face became even more absurd.

She knew well that she had no social life experience as she was a freshman, but the more she talked, the more the sense of alienation grew.

“Hey, it’s not a matter of whether or not you make sense. What have you been talking to the editorial board? Does the editor know about this?”

“that’s······.”

“Surely, you didn’t follow me without a word, did you?”

“No, not like that.”

“no?”

“Yeah. Even the editor-in-chief knows this.”

“Do you know…? Really?”

“······Yeah.”

At that, Jiro put on an absurd expression on his face. Then he took a deep breath, and he soon calmed himself down and asked in a quiet voice.

“Well then, tell me. What did you say to the editor and how did you get here?”

“Actually, I asked the Vice President.”

“What? Boo… Boss?”

“Yeah.”

For a moment, Jiro looked at Michiko with her eyes wide open.

She’s talking about the editor and suddenly she’s the vice president.

The subject of the story, second to the sudden jump in rating, was only confused about the fact that he was a vice president who suddenly jumped out.

However, I am careful because the subject of the story is the Vice President.

Jiro asked quietly with a wary expression on his face.

“What is your relationship with the Vice President?”

“It’s nothing. Just a guy you know?”

“You know man? What is it?”

“So, you know.”

An acquaintance is the vice president.

It’s so absurd I’m about to laugh. But when something flashes through her head, she narrows her eyes.

“Maybe… you and the Vice President…….”

“······Yeah?”

Michiko, who asked the question with a puzzled expression, was surprised to see if she immediately remembered something.

“Oh, no! something like that It’s because Uncle Lang has been like her uncle since childhood.”

She wiggles her hands and makes a nonsensical look.

Jiro still looks at Michiko with a suspicious expression.

“Really not?”

“Because it’s not! Wow, I get goosebumps just thinking about it.”

“·················ogue.”

“It’s real!”

She gazes at Michiko, who acts as if chicken meat is growing from her own body, with her still thin eyes.

At first glance at her expression, it doesn’t seem like a lie, but I don’t know. No, even under such circumstances, it is not for Jiro to intervene.

You’re already an adult, and you’re old enough to take responsibility for your actions.

However, this is your responsibility.

In any case, the situation was exactly what we needed to know.

“Then, what? Please explain accurately. without exception.”

“·················ogue.”

“hurry!”

“Yep!”

Michiko, startled as she flinched at Jiro’s death, made an expression that she couldn’t do it, and then shrugged her shoulders.

And then he said weakly.

“Hey, before I tell you, I have something to ask you.”

“What?”

“From now on, please keep it a secret from others.”

“Secret?”

“Yeah. It’s important.”

“That’s for the first time…, listen and judge.”

“please.”

Jiro frowns as Michiko ejaculates while holding her palms together.

And then she nodded her head.

“Good. Don’t do that. However, if the degree of secrecy is too much for me to handle, then there is nothing I can do about it.”

At that, Michiko bites her lips and tightens her eyebrows.

“uh? where is that Once a man makes a promise, he has to keep it.”

“Is that what you mean now?!”

When Jiro snarls, she squashes again.

“Sorry.”

“Come on, tell me, now.”

“······Yeah.”

As she said so, she rolled her eyes from side to side a few times before she carefully opened her mouth again.

However, unexpected words came out of her tiny mouth.

“Actually, the boss is my only uncle.”

“······What?”

When Jiro asked again with a surprised expression, he bowed his head like a criminal who had been caught in a crime.

“······Yeah. That’s right, I… it’s the Amakudari 天下り (parachute).”

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it’s a parachute