Cooking Genius With God

"Crazy."

He muttered in spite of himself.

If it was a oral fairy tale kitchen, it would have been grabbed by other seniors next to him, but that was not important now.

What is that?

The most important thing when grilling meat is the temperature.

Any meat lover would know that.

However, without a thermometer, most people check the temperature by checking the intensity of rising smoke or by spreading their palms to determine the approximate temperature.

But chef Haru was different.

"Well, it's a little high."

I think we're going to dip our fingers in olive oil, which looks like it's going to be over 150 degrees Celsius.

Of course, it's normal to get burned, but he didn't even pretend to be sick about how much calluses were stuck in his fingers.

I lowered the temperature by adding more olive oil to the pan and then started grilling the meat.

The subsequent process was the same as what Sulbin did.

The process of making sauce, trimming vegetables, and baking.

The only difference was that ginger and garlic in the sauce were a little thinner, a little honey, sliced green onions a little thicker, or put whole pepper in the dish.

If I have to say it, it can be called difference, but it can't be said that it has made a big difference.

'By the way, there wasn't much to it. What's wrong with the smell?’

It's definitely the same dish.

No, even the quality of beef, the main ingredient, was not good.

But what is this amazing smell?

Haru, who captured the dish, came out of the kitchen taking off his apron.

"Well, it feels like this. Go ahead and try this.”

"What is this... ..."

"That's my answer. You asked, didn't you? An appreciation of the dishes made by the empty chef."

"That's."

Bin, who was about to plead, soon shut up.

Seol-bin, who picked up chopsticks with a slightly violent gesture, soon picked up a piece of mushroom.

Like expressing that I was dissatisfied with what Haru did earlier.

He put a mushroom in his mouth and chewed it.

"Huh?"

Soon my body stopped.

A few seconds later, this time he picked up a piece of meat without answering.

Munch munch munch munch.

It must have been imported beef, but it slipped over my neck without chewing it a few times.

Stop!

After swallowing a piece of meat that was quite big, she unconsciously let go of her hand while trying to pick up the next piece of meat.

"How do you like it?"

In no time, the questioner changed from empty to one day.

It was as if the atmosphere of the kitchen had passed over to the original owner.

“…….”

"Empty Chef?"

Bin clenched his fist tightly.

Biting her lower lip, she looked at the day.

"No way."

"What?"

"We used the same ingredients for poor quality meat, but it's impossible to taste like this. It doesn't make sense logically."

"So, what do you want to say?”

"That's……."

"You told me earlier. I decide my best. I'm going to be the best. Didn't you?"

As the day went by, Sulbin couldn't say anything.

Just shaking his head like a bent scarecrow.

Just as the time full of silence was about to pass, a day gave Yumi a hint.

Yumi, who immediately understood, told Park Sung-hyuk and Lee Jong-guk.

"Would you like to try this? Anyway, we're here to eat."

"Oh, can I?”

"Of course. Hurry up and eat before it gets cold.

The chopsticks of the two headed for the day's cooking as if it were natural.There was nothing to see after tasting it.

It's amazing. I don't know why it tastes better. I can't believe it even when I saw it with my eyes.

Bin, who had been listening to those words absent-mindedly, murmured, staring at his fellow chefs.

"Really... No."

"Empty chef, what did you say?”

"It's nothing. I'll go first. Thank you."

Seolbin escaped from the table as if she had run away before Yumi and other colleagues could stop her.

Sung-hyuk and Jong-kook looked at the sight of such Bin disappearing with a dumb face.

"I'm sorry, Chef Haru. He's not what he used to be. All of a sudden……."

"No, it's possible. By the way, I'll cook something else for you. You must be tired of eating what you ate earlier.”

"Oh, no, no! Chef Haru's cooking is differently delicious, so it's okay."

"That's right! I'm still enjoying it!"

Two people who eat the meat without rice.

He left the restaurant after apologizing to Mafaram several times after emptying the dish as if hiding his eyes.

A table paradise as calm as a storm.

Only then did Choi Han-seok, who was waiting outside, appear.

What's going on? Haru, what are they doing?

"They're new chefs who just got into oral fairy tales."

It's a oral fairy tale? Well, it did sound like a cook to me too. Well, by the way, you must have had a fun day. The guy I sent to rest is cooking in the kitchen at 1 a.m.

"Well, I did. Ugh, I'm tired.”

"Me, too. Mr. Haru. By the way, did you say Sulbin? Who's that girl? You've been rude to Chef Haru for a while. Now I'm just running away without saying a word."

"Well, I don't know about that. I don't really want to know.”

I thought I'd just call Park Chu-hyuk tomorrow and ask him how he was doing.

In addition

You said, "I'm not even a real cook."”

One day when I was close to Sulbin, I could hear what she said quietly.

In fact, I just had to feel bad and forget about it.

But somehow it kept ringing in my ears.

"Why would he say that?"

Starting with the question, "Why did Chef Haru come up with a oral fairy tale?" until now.

Having spent half the day together, Sulbin planted a question mark in his head.

"Chef Choi Han-seok. I want to ask you something.”

What is it?

"It's a very out of the blue question. How important do you think ingredients are in cooking?"

Hmm. Ingredients. It's very important. It's the basics of cooking.

"As expected, right?”

But there's one thing you need to know every day.

Choi Han-seok's voice became a little serious.

On the surface, it was a grandfather-like voice telling his grandson old stories, but it contained his sincere thoughts on the day.

In other words, he thinks it's important.

The ingredients are important, but the chef is the most important.

"What do you mean cook is the most important thing? My cooking skills. Is that what you mean?”

I'm not good at it. Am I wrong? Can I say it's a skill? Anyway, there's that. And in my view, one day you already have it.

"That means……You're saying I'm a real chef, right?”

A serious day in the world.Likewise, Choi Han-seok, who was maintaining a serious atmosphere, suddenly burst into laughter.

-Hey, what are you talking about? So there are real chefs and fake chefs in the world? He's saying something weird. That's it, Yanka. I don't have any customers anyway, so please cook me a ramen. Let's drink soju and go home and sleep.

"Kk, as expected, right?”

Likewise, the day I laughed off began to cook ramen in the kitchen.

Boil boiled boiled eggs and green onions for 3 servings of bubbling and red-pepper noodles.

That's how the day ended.

We don't have time to think about the three junior chefs who went back without a big deal, just talking about nothing. Laughing and giggling.

However, that did not remove the question mark that stuck in the heart of the day.

Sulbin left. I wasn't even sure when I'd see her again.

I didn't think I didn't want to see it, but I didn't want to see it either.

But this one thing was for sure.

In oral fairy tales, we used the finest ingredients. Honestly, people say that the food used in heaven uses the best things, but it's undeniable that it's not comparable to oral fairy tales that receive the best ingredients from all over the country.’

So far, Haru has never thought about ingredients.

In the first place, there was a huge difference in price between the table heaven and the oral fairy tale.

There was a huge price difference between the table heaven's meal and the oral fairy tale's lunch course.

Considering this, it was meaningless to compare the ingredients of the two stores.

One day I knew it better than anyone else.

But. Nevertheless.

I don't know.

I couldn't come up with an answer.

Finally, the next day, the main menu of Bapsang Heaven became special beef bulgogi.

* * *

"How do you like it?"

Hmm. This is really hard. What do you think?

Honestly, I don't know. Both of them are really good. How should I say it? It's like a completely different dish.

The time when the doors are open.

Couple ghosts, who sampled two dishes that were served by a day, put their chin on their hands and began to worry.

One day, I handed out two plates to the ghosts.

Both are the same dish. It was a beef dish that was at the center of what happened yesterday.

One was made from Korean beef, and the other was made from imported beef, just like yesterday.

When Haru left the ghosts to evaluate the dishes without telling them what meat they used, an unexpected reaction came out.

Honestly, I thought more than 80 percent of ghosts would flock to Korean beef.

Of course, the most important thing about beef is beef, but the price difference of that beef is almost three times.

But curiously enough, the answer was ghostly fifty-fifty.

Nine out of a total of 20 ghosts chose Korean beef as a more delicious dish, and nine others stamped imported beef.

FYI, the remaining two votes were abstentions.

They said they couldn't evaluate the taste of both of them because they were so good. What should I say?

"Both Korean beef and imported meat are half and half."

Even the reasons for choosing so were different.

Young ghosts usually chose Korean beef, and older ghosts chose imported beef.

I like the left side. I think it's greasy. I think the meat tastes better, too.

I'll definitely go to the right! It's easy to eat on the left side. I get sick of it as soon as I take a bite. And I don't like it because it's too soft. The meat has to be chewy! Oh, by the way, do you have rice? I want to mix it with sauce.The reasons were also so contradictory.

But I thought I'd get a clue if I asked the ghosts for help.

Eventually, it was time to close the business, but the worries of the day only deepened.