Cooking Genius With God

"Mr. Haru, who are you waiting for? That's how you've been looking out the door."

"It's nothing. Just. There's one person who's supposed to come today.”

"Guests? That's a big deal. I can't believe you're a guest to CEO Haru.”

Yumi, who said it was amazing, quickly realized that something was wrong and hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands.

I looked at the day with a smile on my face, but he didn't seem to care.

Yumi, who thought it was a relief, was about to sigh with a sigh of relief.

"Well, that's not wrong. I have a friend, something. I've been cooking since I was young, so I can't go out to any meetings, and all I know is the oral fairy tale chef and other chefs...….”

"No, no, not that."

"Just kidding."

"You're kidding, aren't you?"

"Maybe."

Yumi, who shakes her head like this.

Looking at it, I laughed it off as if it was cute, and I thought it was a joke.

After Sulbin's incident a few days ago, one day saw Yumi a little differently.

The cooking skills that I showed you in the oral fairy tale, and the fact that I didn't get nervous in front of so many chefs.

Yumi was better than I thought. Not only my cooking skills, but in many ways.

"I'm glad I brought Mr. Yumi.”

"Huh? What did you say, Mr. Haru?”

"Nonsense. By the way, it's almost time to come. I'm sure you said you'd be here by 3 o'clock.”

Breaktime has just begun, and one guest in the hall was about to finish his meal.

Haru and Yumi were almost ready for lunch and were waiting for someone.

Today's menu is cold raw fish soup. If you ask me why I made mulhoe out of the blue, I have nothing to say.

A few days ago, I was lying on my bed and watching YouTube, and a video showed me fishing for fish and making mulhoe.

Watching a middle-aged man mittuber eating mulhoe there made me want to eat it so bad.

I wondered if it would sell well because it was a menu that some people liked and disliked, but it sold well enough to overshadow such concerns.

Chirring~!

How long have you been waiting like that?

Just around 3:10 p.m., the door to the restaurant with the break-time sign on it burst open.

A man who soon appears outside of it.

He's so big that he might get stuck in the door.

But a face that doesn't seem to fit the size of the world.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Brother Haru!"

Hey, look at Myungseok's face. You must have worked really hard.

As soon as he came in, Choi Han-seok smiled as he looked at Myeong-seok, who greeted Haru with 90° folder greetings.

"CEO Haru. Who's that guy?”

"Did you tell me about the baekbeompa he met in Noryangjin's business? This is one of the furbos. What was the flight number?”

"It was Tulbo 21!"

"Oh, right. No.21. Anyways, it's Myungseok. He's in the fish-shaped bun business."

"Oh, for some reason. I can't believe the bag I've been holding smells good!”

Perhaps because of Yumi's easy-going personality, the distance from Myung-seok quickly narrowed.

After putting down the fish-shaped bun that I packed in my hand, I asked him to eat rice first.

The reason why Myungseok came today was because he had some concerns, but Haru and Choi Hanseok's theory was that he had to fill up his stomach to think."Today, I tried some cold raw fish soup. Flatfish and mullet, please. There's broth here, so pour it in and eat it. Oh, I have noodles and rice. What would you like?"

"Oh, brother, what kind of meal is that?"

"Warm black rice."

"Then I'll have a meal, please!"

They usually eat a lot of noodles, but Myungseok chose rice.

Haru and Yumi also decided to eat while they were at it.

A bowl filled with shredded vegetables and sashimi was filled with thin ice broth.

Myeong-seok bowed his head to Haru, swallowed his saliva, and picked up his chopsticks.

Stir as if to untangle ramen, loosen vegetables and sashimi so that they do not lean to one side, and then pick up a big bite.

He put a lot of red pepper paste and vinegar-based broth in his mouth and put it in his mouth.

"Wow!"

Like a bear caught a salmon, munching on it.

One-fifth of the cold raw fish soup that I had had enough in my mouth disappeared.

Sour and spicy, crunchy vegetables, chewy and savory sashimi.

I was about to have another bite, but I soon put down my chopsticks.

Then, he shook the rice bowl and took out all the rice without leaving a single grain of rice and poured it into the bowl of mulhoe.

When the rice was not cooked with a spoon, most of the thin ice stuck in the broth melted.

The warm rice is not just lukewarm, it's getting cooler. In other words, it's in a good condition to munch and munch.

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!

Myeongseok who eats raw rice with a spoon.

He ate until his cheeks were full, then chewed on the bowl, and quickly took up the bowl and gulped down the soup, handing over the food in his mouth coolly.

"Wow!"

"You really... eat well."

"Oh, thank you! I learned from Chef Haru that you should eat well!"

Haru and Yumi haven't even eaten a few spoons yet, but the bowl of Myeongseok already showed the bottom.

Still, it was very good for the two who cooked, saying it was delicious and delicious.

Eventually, Myeongseok emptied three bowls of raw fish soup that day.

He even paid 50,000 won for the meal, saying that paying as much as he ate is basic.

Even though I refused repeatedly, saying I didn't have to give it a day. As expected, Myungseok was a good bear.

"Oh, my God!"

"Hey, Myungseok. You've improved a lot in making fish-shaped buns. Angkko is also full. I didn't even get on."

"No, it's for President Haru, so I brought only the prettiest things. But you compliment me...…thank you!"

Not only did Myeongseok speak beautifully, but he also spoke beautifully.

Just like all the fish-shaped buns sold on the market started selling them on the grounds that they were not good because they were a little filling, the fish-shaped buns brought by Myeongseok were on the verge of bursting because they were healthy.

To exaggerate a little, I think there will be more red beans and custard cream than flour bread.

It was even sensible to make red bean paste and custard slightly less sweet than other fish buns, so it was too sweet to bite.

"So, what's your problem?”

Haru asked while chewing on the fish-shaped buns.

I don't know if it's because the fish-shaped bun is sweet or if it's because Myung-seok's expression is so good considering that he even came to see me because he has a concern.

In fact, I didn't have much to worry about one day.

I even thought that I might have come to see her face.by the way

"Well, I may be sorry for the boss Haru who taught me how to cook, but I may have to close the fish-shaped bun food truck for a while."

"Oh, my God.…what? What?"

"Literally."

Bright smile.

Haru and Yumi put the fish-shaped bun down from their hands at the same time and opened their mouths small.

"It's a little hot right now, isn't it? The only dish I can cook is bungeoppang. Bungeoppang sounds good. I've been selling it, but I'm afraid the sales have dropped too much."

"Well, it's hot, but not many people buy fish-shaped buns."

"Still. It's so delicious. I really like fish-shaped buns. It was a shame that they didn't sell them every summer.”

"There are a few regulars like Yumi who visit us often in the summer. But…… it's literally just a little bit."

What Myung-seok does is not charity work. It's definitely a business for a living.

That's why sales were life-threatening.

Just because you like it, it's up to you to make a living.

Even Myungseok's bungeoppang is almost 1.5 times as big as other places.

And yet the price is the same. 1,000 won for three. If you buy 3,000 won, you'll get 10.

Maybe that's why I didn't have the money. If you do business, you have to make a living.

Myung-seok said that it is difficult to pay rent for a studio apartment that he lives in right away.

I even sold most of my meals and ate the rest of the fish-shaped buns.

Maybe that's why my face looked a bit puffy.

"If it doesn't sell like that because it's summer, you'd rather look for other things for half a year. Like working part-time at another restaurant. Or since Myung-seok is so strong, if you go to a construction site."

"It's not that I didn't think of it either. But I want to sell fish-shaped buns. And there were regular customers who kept coming.”

"You were there."

"There was a female regular who came to buy bungeoppang almost every day, but one day, she suddenly didn't come. It's been a little over a week since you didn't show your face. So I feel less motivated."

In fact, any other person would have abandoned business and found another job before this.

But the opponent is brilliant.

This big, sweet bear had a very good bungeoppang shape.

Of course, I don't know if bungeoppang is good, whether it's good for a day, or if it's good to do business.

"CEO Haru. I still want to do business. I can't be happier when I see the smiles of two or three guests a day. I don't want to close the business. So... help me! I'll make sure to do the case in the spirit of pulverization!"

I think all three of them are good.

One day I suddenly thought of it.

"Okay, I'll help you with what I can. As you know, Myungseok. There can't be an answer to this question. It's because I just have superpowers and can't make it snow in the muggy sky."

"That's... right."

"Instead, I can help you as a restaurant worker. Myungseok, where are you doing business now?

"Now I'm starting from Seoul Station, here, here, here. I've been going around three places."

Myung-seok turned on the map application with his cell phone and took three dots.

I certainly chose a place where a lot of people pass by with some sense.But there was another place where Haru thought it was really nice.

"You said you were going to the second place around 4 p.m.? Try switching to here."

I put a dot on a different place every day.

The map shows one by one buildings that could be trademarks, and where the day was taken, it was written like this.

[Fusion Korean Food Pine]Inning Restaurant - oral fairy tale]

"Isn't this a oral fairy tale? The one that Haru worked for.”

"Sir, do you want me to sell fish-shaped buns here?"”

Two people with incredible faces.

But one day I was confident.

"Trust me for once. At least the profits will be better than they are now."

He didn't try to say, "There's a ghost whose eyes turn when you say bungeoppang."

Maybe Myungseok will find out first.

"I see. It's what Haru said, so I'll do it."

He nods his head gently, saying that he understands what Haru said.

So came the curtain on a huge plan to sell bungeoppang in front of a Michelin three-star restaurant.