Cooking Genius With God

You said it was dark underneath the lamp, and I was just looking at you. d*mn it.

Choi swallowed bitter water.

His eyes glaring at Park Joo-hyuk, grinding his teeth as if they were going to break, shook wildly.

Word-of-mouth story. This restaurant itself was my grief.

The world's first restaurant to achieve Michelin 3 stars with Korean food, oral fairy tale.

It was a oral fairy tale that Choi Han-seok had never missed a Michelin three-star restaurant since he first opened the restaurant, but this year, the words were a little different.

Just a year has passed since Choi Han-seok died and his student Park Joo-hyuk took over the restaurant.

However, that year was enough time to raise Choi Han-seok's resentment and turn him into a local decree.

"It's not just that you're going to miss three stars. Chef."

Yeah, Michelin star? I don't need any of that. Haru, I'm a chef. A chef is a person who can make good food in a good restaurant. Michelin stars and whatnot are additional things.

"That means, in other words."

The oral fairy tale is rotten now. It's not completely rotten, but it's slowly rotting. It's because of Joohyuk! Where the hell did it go wrong? He wasn't supposed to be like this.

Choi Han-seok giggled little by little and swallowed the horse.

The day was whispering, trying to suppress the gloom.

"By the way, how could you do that? Chef, you've been tied up in oral fairy tales all day. But how can you not know that the restaurant itself was Han?"

I don't know. When I think about it, I kept thinking about Joohyuk's cooking and thought that wasn't it. Why I didn't think it was strange. I really don't know, Haru.

Why has Choi never noticed his resentment so far?

What made her think of it when she heard Park Chu-hyuk crying out for Michelin star shooter?

Choi Han-seok and the grim reaper said.

The moment you become a ghost with resentment, you forget your resentment.

Until now, I thought it was just a concept of forgetting.

"So, I'm thinking of rearranging the course menu this weekend. So that there's no room for flawless."

Do they even imagine that this happened because of themselves?

Park Joo-hyuk opened his mouth looking at the chefs.

"Everyone knows our oral fairy tale course. Let's give our opinions one by one. Say good is good, and say bad is bad. It doesn't have to be your menu.”

A word that at first glance seems to be democratically seeking an opinion from everyone.

But everyone in the restaurant knew.

The moment you make a slip of the tongue here, you'll have a problem.

Park Joo-hyuk was a person with great pride in his cooking and recipe.

No matter how complete a restaurant is, the composition of the course changes little by little over time.

And the head chef who leads the course is the head coach of the kitchen.

However, Park Chu-hyuk went a little too far.

He didn't let anyone rebel against his opinion on cooking.

Like a hyena, I stood in line with the end of them.

"Uh...…."

"I think I'm fine. Well, except for the complaints that the sauce doesn't taste right.”

"Well, me too. Same here."

Sure enough, the chefs couldn't even say a word.

Only a few chefs who want to score points for Park Joo-hyuk say lip service.

In the end, Park Joo-hyuk's arrow, which did not hear a significant answer, headed to Kim Ho-sung.Kim Ho-sung, the manager of the restaurant, was in a similar position to Park Joo-hyuk.

"Tsk, yes, yes. What do you want me to do? Hosung, what do you think? The dish that customers were most disappointed about. You know.”

"Hmm. It's always a variable feedback. I've had a lot of feedback on tteok-galbi these past few days. You said it tasted weird. We've got more orders, haven't we?”

"……not like that. Bad feedback."

"Yes, yes. Let me see. If I have to pick one, it's beef bone soup, right? Going out to soup for our meal."

"Gomguk?"

Listening to Kim Ho-sung, Park Joo-hyuk's eyes narrowed considerably.

His mouth slowly distorted as if he didn't like it.

The oral fairy tale course consists of a total of six courses.

Pre-meal, appetizer, fish, soup, main menu, dessert.

Among them, the main menu is definitely the main menu.

Five side dishes, rice, and soup are served around tteok-galbi, and since the oral fairy tale was made, the dish that goes into the soup has always been gomguk.

It was quite a historic menu, never changed in years.

Yes, Hosung knows something. You knew I'd do that!

When the story of Gomguk came out, Choi Han-seok went out in a rage.

Has the memory returned completely now?

He shouted, looking at Haru and Park Joo-hyuk alternately.

Haru, you don't know, but Joohyuk and I have been fighting a lot over beef bone soup. The taste and recipe we were pursuing were completely different. But after I died, Juhyuk changed the recipe for beef bone soup.

"Changing the recipe?”

I didn't pursue it, I changed it to the recipe that he thought was right. That changed the taste of beef bone soup completely soup is completely different. Oh, my God, that idiot. By the way!

One day, I saw Choi Han-seok in such a rage for the first time.

He seemed really angry, but at the same time, the feeling of pity was mixed up.

The feeling of feeling sorry for him. One day I knew the reason.

I knew it because I was a fan of Choi Han-seok.

For Choi Han-seok, Park Joo-hyuk was not just an ordinary student.

Park Joo-hyuk was a student who had been associated with cooking since he was 23 years old and raised it for almost 10 years.

Due to the nature of the dish, the two were forced to stick together most of the day.

Therefore, there has been a relationship that is not awkward to call a son.

However, such a son-like disciple became the father's resentment.

The teacher changed the recipe as soon as he thought he was right.

- I told you to broaden your horizons.….

Choi Han-seok with a gloomy voice.

But it was just the beginning.

Because the end of the teacher and the pupil that was wronged was terrible.

Park Joo-hyuk, who had been thinking for a while after listening to Kim Ho-sung, replied with a snort.

For Park Joo-hyuk, gomguk was not just an ordinary menu.

It was his pride as a chef, seizing his teacher's vacancy.

"Don't pay attention to the feedback. It's obvious. 'The soup is too deep. It's so clean.' You meant that, right? The guests who gave feedback were the elderly."

"What do you mean old man. But they're regulars who used to go to our restaurant for a long time. Anyway, you're right. There's been a lot of feedback since a long time ago that the taste of beef bone soup has changed. And it actually changed, didn't it?”

"Yes, it's changed. With a better recipe. It's completely eliminated the smell of cattle and made it more luxurious. I acknowledge all of my master's achievements, but I can't do the same thing as Gomguk. It smells bad because it's boiled with intestines and accessories. You all agree, don't you?"You're not wrong. There were some customers who missed the taste of the old beef bone soup. Why? Chef Choi Han-seok also got three stars for his old recipe for beef bone soup. In fact, the most changed recipe is gomguk."

Did he get a little annoyed when Kim Ho-sung kept talking?

Or did he say that the target was his pride, Gomguk?

Park Joo-hyuk said in a voice that it was a little annoying.

"So, my bone soup is inferior to yours?”

"I'm not saying it's going to fall, Joohyuk."

"If that's not the sound, what is it? It's because you don't know. Master's beef bone soup is totally old-fashioned. You think it's just beef bone soup? My teacher is said to be an authority on Korean food, but the reality is that it is far away."

Park Joo-hyuk's face turned red.

I poured out words with excitement.

But the other chefs didn't budge as if they were routine.

It is the kitchen of a Michelin three-star restaurant. Fighting, screaming and swearing were simply routine.

But only two people.

Only Kim Ho-sung and Haru could not manage their facial expressions.

Of course, not a ghost.

Joohyuk... I didn't do anything for you.

If you get angry more than a certain amount of time, your anger dies down.

No, what Choi Han-seok is feeling right now was not just anger.

Because a student who was like a son denied his teacher in front of him.

Betrayal. Despair that follows.

You idiot. Get your act together. If it's a restaurant like this, there's no such thing as Michelin Three Star. Do you really want to see the restaurant go bust?

"Chef……"

Choi Han-seok dropped his head completely without power.

Without even imagining his teacher right in front of him, Park Joo-hyuk shouted in anger.

"Chef Choi Han-seok is dead. You all know that, right? Now I'm the head chef of this oral fairy tale. Our oral fairy tale is getting better. 'Cause I'm making it happen!'

* * *

Time flew by.

Suddenly, I came to my senses and it was midnight.

Time when all the other chefs left the restaurant.

As usual, there is only one day left in the restaurant where the lights are half-off.

Normally I would have been busy cooking delicious dishes that I wanted to eat, but today's kitchen was quiet.

It was a natural story in a way as Choi Han-seok, who had been telling idle stories all day, kept his mouth shut.

It's Haru.

Then he opened his mouth in a few hours.

But the voice had more power than I thought.

It was clearly different from before, when the emotions dried up and split like a desert.

"Yes, chef."

I'm so angry. He's like a son I raised with all my heart. I was betrayed. I don't mind you gulping down my restaurant. But I'm so sorry to the customers. I can't stand it.

"Yes, chef…….”

So, speaking of which. Now I'm going to be a chef versus a chef. Haru, can you help me out a little?

"What?"

A word that is hard to understand.

When Haru put a question mark on his face, Choi Han-seok smiled at such a day.

Give me a piece of your life. Let's step on the wrong foot of Park Joo-hyuk with me. I'll stick around and help you!

"I mean, exactly what…….”

You know I rarely reveal my recipe, right? Gomguk is the best recipe I've ever made in my life. I'll let you know that. From start to finish, perfectly. And if you beat Joohyuk.Choi Han-seok seemed to be fully energized.

But on the contrary, I felt like my head was spinning one day.

I just couldn't get the hang of what he was trying to say.

Do you want me to step on Park Joohyuk's head chef?

But this wasn't the end.

Haru, if you beat Joohyuk. I'll accept you as a real disciple. No, it's not just that. I can assure you. In 10 years, you'll be the owner of a Michelin star restaurant.

"Moo, what kind of chelin? I'm the owner?!"

Yes. Sincerely. Because I've grown up like that. I can make you do the same. I can assure you.

Choi Han-seok dropped the nuclear bomb as if nothing happened.

You want me to be the owner of a Michelin restaurant in 10 years?

Normally, he would have said, "Don't joke around," but his opponent was Choi Han-seok, who really went from bottom to top.

Is such a suggestion that cannot be rejected?

Choi Hanseok looks at the day with a face as if the word 'Please!' is written on it.

The answer he could give was fixed.

* * *

After all, the next morning.

One day, he told Park Chu-hyuk, who came to work early.

"Well, chef. I'd like to say something."

"Huh? Okay, what is it?"

"The menu you told me yesterday. That it is likely to need improvement. Come to think of it at home, I'd like to make an opinion.”

"Tell me."

Park Joo Hyuk frowns.

One day I spoke with confidence.

"Bear soup. As expected, I think Chef Choi Han-seok's recipe goes better with the course."

"Choi Han-seok...." Your teacher's recipe? How do you know that?

"I heard it from myself. In the past."

"……Huh!"

Park Joo-hyuk's eyes became cool.

I can't believe it. I'm about to go up to heaven.

I've always thought it was strange or strange, but why do I mention your name?

The world of chefs is a pyramid.

It is the world of chefs that is built in a more solid pecking order than the jungle food chain.

By the way, how dare you.

The head of the food chain, the head chef, declares war on himself, citing your name?

"You..."

Park Joo-hyuk's face was bubbling up.

Just as he was about to yell at Haru.

Kim Ho-sung, who was answering the phone at the desk of the restaurant, rushed in.

"Joohyuk! No, head chef Park Joohyuk!"

The atmosphere is unusual.

Kim Ho-sung exhaled with a big breath.

"Wang Cheng, he's coming tomorrow!"

"Wang Cheng..."!

Park Joo-hyuk's eyes began to shake violently.