Cooking Genius With God

"Then you'll have to dig deeper! Don't say that now, you idiot!"

A male staff member who made a lame excuse gave me a badass desire.

A man curled up like a chick in the corner of a conference room where the sharp air falls heavily.

It was Choi England who looked like the youngest on the face of it.

I shouldn't have bitten you because you said you'd plug it in.’

He was honestly regretting joining the Food Y file team.

I thought it would be helpful for my career since it's a very famous program, but I didn't know the atmosphere would be like this.

Even the reason why my senior recommended him was ridiculous.

Before working at the broadcasting station, I've been working at a meat restaurant since I was a student.

Then, of course, you have a lot of relevant knowledge, right?

That was it.

"Hey, England."

"Yes, yes, PD!"

"What about you? Any tip-offs?”

"I've been reviewing e-mails and verifying with my seniors. The right thing to use is...….”

"Whoo... Yeah. What do I want from the youngest?”

Now the PD's arrow has flown to the UK.

He tried to swallow bitter water, which was ignored openly.

I thought I would be happier if I left the camellia flower restaurant and did my favorite broadcasting-related work, but these days, I kept thinking that that was not the case.

It was also funny that a guy who said he hated cooking was doing a broadcast digging into the restaurant.

"Oh, my."

Eventually, the day's meeting fizzled out.

The PD was angry to find something, so the staff quickly packed up and left to cover the story.

Choi Young-guk, who last left the conference room after cleaning up after his seniors, sighed as the ground went down.

But there was someone waiting for him in front of the conference room.

"Hey, you're Choi Young-guk, right?”

"What? Oh, yeah. Yes, but who are you?”

It was my first time seeing him.

He looked a little younger than himself, but I wondered where I had seen him handsome.

"I've known Choi Young-il, your father. I'm here to talk to you."

"Dad? You look younger than me. What kind of relationship did you have?"

"I was just a regular at the restaurant, please think so."

"I don't remember seeing a face like this…….”

Choi couldn't trust the man in front of him.

He came out of the blue and brought up his father's name, and he was suspicious of introducing himself as a regular customer.

So I just tried to ignore him, thinking he'd be a weirdo.

"You know that camellia butcher's place was sold, right? I've been eaten by an infinite galbi restaurant and now I have my second."

"I know that. I'm the one who sold the restaurant. If you're here to argue about why you sold the restaurant, just go back. I have nothing to say."

"I'm not here to argue. I don't think so.”

"Then why are you here?"

"Mr. Choi, have you heard of meat laundry?"

"Do you... wash the meat? What are you talking about?”

"I'm here to report. I'm going to accuse my father's restaurant of infinite ribs. To you, the food Y-file staff."

Choi Young-guk's eyes.

What the hell is this guy?

Apparently, age itself looks younger than oneself, and the atmosphere was completely weighty.

At first, I tried to reply and send him away, but I soon fell in love with his story.The man who introduced himself as Haru told Choi an unbelievable story.

To literally wash and reuse meat that is supposed to be discarded.

Even the employees waved their hands, saying it wasn't right, but it was forced by the president.

Clap clap--!

Choi Young-guk, who heard all the words of the day, slapped him on the cheek.

He stuttered, perhaps because he had done so, but still didn't come to his senses.

"No, does that make sense? What do you mean, you're selling meat?”

"You're free to believe, but I'm saying it's real."

"Honestly, I don't want to believe it…….”

The statement made by the man in front of you was too specific to be simply dismissed as a plausible lie.

He was penetrating the restaurant as if he had entered the kitchen himself.

Since Choi was the youngest, he worked primarily to filter information from e-mails and phone calls.

And I've heard all kinds of information. There have been very few reports this specific.

'And most of those reports hit the jackpot.'

To be honest, I wondered what kind of harmony this was.

It's not long since I had my father's statue, and I can't believe I got a report from the restaurant site that I sold.

'Even the uptrend is so huge these days.' If it works well, it's not going to end well.’

If what this guy says is true.

And if you succeed in covering.

The answer was already set, although it was restless in my head.

"I can't help but believe it. Yes, I'll get a tip-off."

He clasped the hand of the day.

* * *

"I never thought I'd be here again."

Since the issue was an issue, Choi Young-guk immediately went out to cover it that day.

He knew the way better than a day because it was a store where his family did business since he was born.

Choi Young-guk's expression was slightly distorted when he faced the second infinite rib restaurant built on the site of his father's camellia butcher's restaurant.

One day I don't know exactly what happened between him and his father.

However, since he is a human being, he must have had a grudge.

"Let's go in and have a meal. We need to see the atmosphere inside."

"Okay, let's go."

Haru and Choi Young-guk entered the restaurant.

Compared to the first store, which was crowded with customers, the second store was certainly quiet.

Business is not bad, but there were many vacancies in every corner.

Of course, it was because of Choi Young-il.

Since ghosts are holding out with ghosts, people instinctively avoid them and even emit evil flesh, there is no way that customers will like them.

-Hey, England!

Haru, who entered the restaurant, and Choi Young-il, who found Britain, rushed out.

He stared blankly at his son's face for the first time in almost half a year.

Choi Hanseok wants to explain what happened.

That son of a b*tc*.

Don't be so hard on your son, though. Now he's trying to release his father.….

No, it's not like that. His face is half-asleep. My tummy came out. I can see that you only bought strange things at a convenience store on a very empty day. You knew I'd do that!

I thought he would be angry with his son who abandoned him, but he wasn't.

Is it true that a father is a father?

The current president Choi Young-il could not find any emotion criticizing his son.It's just that it's good to see my son after a long time, and my heart hurts because he looks more emaciated than I thought.

It was just the appearance of a father.

Haru and England sat down when Choi Han-seok was explaining the situation to Young-il.

Britain sighed as it looked around the completely changed restaurant.

"Haru, you said you're a regular at a camellia restaurant, so as you know. The walls here were all scribbled. Decades of scribbles piled up."

"That's right.

"Honestly, it's a shame it's gone. I used to love scribbling. Seeing that it's plastered with paint...….”

Choi Young-guk closed his mouth trying to say something more.

Since there was only one unlimited ribs on the menu, basic side dishes and ribs were served shortly after sitting down.

You can eat side dishes from the self-bar, and you can also grill the ribs as much as you want.

There was a separate meat bar in the corner of the restaurant.

"This is him."

I can't say, "Exactly, this is the meat I washed." It's a mixture of laundered meat between normal meat."

The ribs looked rather appetizing.

Half-and-half of the neck and ribs were mixed, apparently imported frozen meat.

By the way, this was fine.

In the first place, we had to use imported meat to get unlimited refills for the price in the early and mid 10,000 won range.

"Looking at this, I think it's fine.”

"I'm sure it's a good rib. Just normal."

Haru, who had been thinking for a while, put all the ribs on the grill.

Then he took an empty bowl and approached the galbi self-bar.

Holding the tongs, carefully began to look at the meat in the self-bar.

I'm sure there is.’

The meat on the verge of decay I saw in the fridge at dawn.

Not throwing them away was no different from washing them and using them today.

Then I'm sure it'll remain here somewhere.

A big piece of meat got stuck in the tongs of the day when he was digging through the meat with hawk eyes.

The day I picked it up quickly put it on a plate.

"You've been baking, haven't you?”

"I put it on the grill, so I'll bake it."

When I came back with a piece of meat, Choi Young-guk was grilling ribs.

The day roughly put it on the plate, and it was baked properly in line with the heat.

The fire was strong and the ribs were seasoned with soy sauce, so it would have been easy to burn, but there was no soot.

Is it because he is the son of a meat restaurant who has been working for four generations?

It was good to see Haru, who was confident that he would not kneel anywhere with just his cooking skills.

To exaggerate a little, the grilling skill was more than just a part-time job at a meat restaurant.

"Then what's on the plate now."

"Yes, I found it in the self-bar. This is washed meat. Of course, it's hard to tell in the eyes of Mr. British."

"No, it's definitely black and black, and the surface is starting to melt. It's covered by the color of the soy sauce, but it's clear."

The difference was almost indistinguishable by ordinary people.

Galbi itself was more of a seasoned dish than meat.

However, Choi caught the meat problem at once.

"As expected of the son of a barbecue restaurant. It's hard to figure out."

"Well, I learned it when I was a kid when I was beaten up by my dad. What about pork, how fresh it is. But not anymore. Yes."Choi Young-guk hesitated to answer when the day opened.

Choi Young-il drooled while looking at such a son.

Sizzling--!

The meat in question began to be grilled, leaving the fully cooked ribs in one place.