Cooking Genius With God

The premonition of the day that something interesting could be seen fits perfectly.

It was because the angry chairman took his son into the kitchen and literally tried true education.

"Washing? Yes. You washed the meat with soju and put it back on the sauce? Do it again. Do it again in front of me, you son of a b*tc*!"

"Father, that's. I mean, I thought I could still use meat...….”

"Hey, you're worse than a piece of fat pork! How dare you say that now!"

Then again today, he picked up the meat container that he had left in the corner of the refrigerator and poured it over his son's head.

I asked the staff to bring me a bottle of soju, and then I poured it to the bone.

At one moment, the boss, who was covered with rotten meat and soju, shook his whole body like crazy.

But there was not a single employee who wanted to protect the president.

It was a moment when it was obvious how he had treated his employees.

"Yumi, did we order drinks?”

"It can't be because I haven't grilled meat yet."

"I don't know why I'm digesting so much. Lol."

"You too? I think I'm digesting what I'm going to eat tomorrow."

It was Haru and Yumi, who were not directly related until now, but I felt so relieved.

But what about Choi Young-il, who was robbed of his store?

When a person is too happy to laugh, he just said, looking at the young boss sitting on the kitchen floor covered in sauce.

I'm sure you had your own business and your own reasons. This is too much. Still... I'm sorry for the adults.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Naturally, the president did not listen to Choi Young-il.

Therefore, this was what Choi Young-il said to himself as well as to his boss.

"Well, Mr. Choi Young-il. There's one more good news I'd like to share."

What more good news? Isn't this the end?

"It's about your son. Mr. British says he's going to leave the station now."

What, what?!

Choi Young-il jumped to his feet once again in the story of England.

As expected, his personality was truly fiery.

It's not bad news, so sit down again. He came out of the broadcasting station and said he wanted to open a camellia restaurant again. You said you thought I was the son of a barbecue restaurant.

- We in England...… you really did?

"You called me yourself yesterday and told me. It's still a long way off, but you said you wanted to stay."

"Mr. British thought a lot about it. But I heard that I became certain after eating pork belly cooked by Haru last time.”

Definitely. I missed the taste of green onion and meat. My father, who couldn't say a word of compliment to me saying that I was doing well...… I don't know why I'm coming back.

Choi Young-il hit his head on the table and clenched his fist.

He wasn't crying, but he was crying silently.

As any father would have done.

Haru said for the last time.

"If you ever see Mr. England later, please convey your feelings. I'm sorry, and I appreciate it."

- Can I... meet you?

"Of course, if you'd like to come to our restaurant.”

Choi Young-il used to be an intellectual, but not anymore.

He was no longer an evil spirit, nor was he bound as far as restaurants were concerned.All that's left is for my son.

One day I was going to let it go completely today.

* * *

Hours after that, a statement was announced at the headquarters of the Infinite Galbi Restaurant.

I acknowledge this, and I also begin by saying that I am truly sorry, but the conclusion was one.

'We decided to close the business in Seoul, where the issue of siphoning was raised.’

It was the moment when the restaurant where customers were lined up collapsed at a moment.

At midnight when the door opened, black trees grew on the side of the road again today.

But the size was really small.

There were only small weeds, enough to put on shoes.

President Choi Young-il, who left the ribs restaurant, lightly stepped on them.

Then the black grass bent weakly and went back to the soil.

Very few lingering regrets were to disappear neatly.

This is.

"Open at midnight and open until 3 a.m., a real dining paradise."

President Choi Young-il entered the table heaven for the first time.

Thanks to the clean disappearance of the trees, all ghosts could gather today.

"Would you like to order? The basic menu is the Heaven set menu, and if you want anything, I'll make it as much as possible. Oh, for your information, today's official menu in heaven is pork belly. It's a special day."

Then I'll ask you to officially go to heaven. I wanted to eat pork belly.

I want pork belly, too!

-Three servings of pork belly, please! We'll get the soju, Mr. Lee!

The festive atmosphere continued as if something had happened when.

Choi Young-il, who looked around as if this atmosphere of ghosts gathered was awkward, soon asked Haru.

By the way. Why are you so still? Without grilling meat.

"There's someone else who can grill the meat for me today. I'm supposed to be back in a little while."

-Separate? -Separate? Wait a minute. Then, no way!

Cheer up!

Soon after Choi Young-il realized something, the door to the table heaven opened again.

A man who visited the restaurant as a part-timer, not as a customer.

Of course, it was the UK Choi.

"It's a little late, Mr. England."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I tendered my resignation today, and the PD and team members said no, so they're holding me like that, right? He asked me what's wrong with you when you're already on your way to work. In the end, I was a little late because I agreed to come back from work for another month."

"A month is just right."

"You can slowly prepare to set up a restaurant in there."

Britain, complaining to Haru, washed its hands, put on an apron and came into the kitchen.

He asked Britain, who once again called to say thank you after seeing the statement from the headquarters of the ribs restaurant, to help him for one day.

Choi Han-seok rubbed his eyes and looked at his son, who he thought would never see again in his life.

"Britain, you're really you, aren't you? It's Abby, your Abby!"

"Excuse me, mister. I'm sorry. Do you know me? It's my first time seeing you today."

"British……"

Choi Young-il, who anxiously called his name to hold his son's hand, said, "I want to hold his son's hand," but all he could say was cold words.

Ghosts and men can sit together, but men do not remember ghosts.

The law of the underworld was still being applied today.

Choi Han-seok ran to him and explained the situation once again and calmed him down.

Meanwhile, one day, I prepared to grill pork belly with England.England whispers as they read the day's countenance.

"Yumi, I prepared everything else, such as soybean paste stew and kimchi. Mr.British, will you make scallions and grill meat only?”

"Okay, leave it to me. By the way, Mr. Haru. Who's that? I think I've seen him somewhere."

"That's the man I told you about."

"You said that before?”

"The man who brought you the roast from Mr. British. You said you know a lot about pork belly.”

"Oh, he is! I can't believe you're so charismatic.”

"He's a brilliant man once in a while. I've been running a pork belly restaurant for over 100 years, and I've been grilling meat for almost a lifetime. That old man."

Choi Han-seok teased England with a playful expression.

When Haru noticed, he left with a grin.

Anyway, Choi Young-il, who introduced Haru as a meat master, naturally became a picture of watching his son grill meat.

Choi Young-il, who roughly grasped the situation, sat down in front of the grill after coughing.

"Well, do you want to try baking it? I'll cut you some slack."

"Oh, I see. Then I'll just do what I usually do."

Screaming!

Pork belly went up on a heated grill.

The sound of hitting the ears and stimulating appetite cheered the waiting ghosts.

Choi Young-guk grilled meat, and the father alternately looked at his son's face and the meat being grilled.

"On the other side, when the color turns gray, and light oil comes up."

"When the oil comes up, wait just 10 seconds and flip it over. Like this."

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The neatly flipped pork belly was just browned and cooked properly.

Choi Young-il nodded satisfactorily.

"You've improved a lot. Come on."

"It feels really good to do what Chef Haru told me, right? Thinking about my father, thinking about my guests."

The meat was cooked quickly because of the strong firepower.

He was the first to give it to Choi Young-il along with the signature scallion salad of the camellia flower butcher restaurant.

He carefully put a piece of meat in his mouth and chewed it.

"How does it taste, is it okay?"

Choi England looking full of anticipation. But

'It's sloppy—it tastes so sloppy!'

"Humph……?”

"The seasoned scallions are a little off. The meat is sloppy. Slice the scallions a little thinner and subtract the spiciness. Change the place where you buy the meat. We need to use a younger sow. Because it smells good.”

As always with England, harsh words have popped up once again.

Just as the atmosphere in the restaurant was getting cold.

"By the way, yes. You've improved a lot, though. If you pay attention to what I told you, it will taste better than me. Well, why didn't I know about this?”

"What do you mean, you've improved a lot? Mister, do you know me? It's been weird for a while. I feel something."

"I don't know. I don't know people like you. It's our first time seeing each other today. But you heard it from Haru earlier, right? I've been selling meat restaurants for a long time.”

"Yes, you've been in the store for over 100 years."

"If I had a son like you as my successor, I would honestly say this. That's enough. You did a great job."

The UK has come to a standstill.

I was wondering what this was about, but something moved my heart.I felt like I couldn't express it, but strangely, my heart was in a lump.

"I'm sorry, I'm an ugly father. And thank you. Thank you for coming back."

"What, what?"

"I didn't say much. You're good at grilling meat. I don't know where you learned it, but keep up the good work. Thank you for the meal. I'm leaving."

Choi Young-il, who casually tapped his words, jumped up from his seat.

Then he trudged out of the restaurant.

"Hang on, boss!"

One day, who had been out of his mind for a while, ran after him.