Cooking Genius With God

"Chef, we're behind on orders! Customers complain about when the appetizers will be served!"

"Hey, who's on the whole team? What are you guys doing?"

At 2 p.m., the busiest time is in the oral fairy tale kitchen.

Park Joo-hyuk's face crumpled up in an instant after listening to the hall staff.

As he shouted in a voice that seemed to overflow because he was full of nerves, the chefs who were grilling today's appetizer, Korean beef sirloin steak, slowly looked back with a dying look.

"Well, chef. It's not that."

"Or well, say it right. If you don't want to be slapped with the tip of the Korean beef."

"The meat is almost done cooking, but the back is in trouble. The potatoes we're going out to garnish aren't here yet."

"Potato?"

Today's sirloin steak is served with black garlic sauce and cooked potatoes, as boiled in butter.

And the potatoes are cooked by none other than three new chefs.

Park Sung-hyuk and Lee Jong-guk, who were directly criticized by Park Joo-hyuk, half instinctively laid down their eyes, and Seol-bin silently only did what he had to do.

"Are you guys crazy?”

No matter how different it is, Park Joo-hyuk's fiery personality was not going anywhere.

Sunghyuk made an excuse with his mouth shaking.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Chef. Well, I couldn't control the fire while using butter poach. So I burned some potatoes and I'm doing it again."

"Crazy guys, they're so slow, they even burn the ingredients?"

"I'm sorry!"

"I'll give you three minutes. Make it again. If you go out this time and get a complaint, think again that today is your last day working here."

Surprised by Park Joo-hyuk's bluff, Lee Jong-guk said in a crawling voice.

"Chef, by the way, the three of you."

"You can do it, you can do it! My grandma's faster than you guys, you motherf*cker. Oh, Bin. Are you listening to me?"

While Park Joo-hyuk craves for Sung-hyuk and Jong-kook to die, Seol-bin was only making vegetable garnishes that he was in charge of.

In the first place, the steak was similar to the team because three people took charge of the food part, but I didn't care at all whether I was scolded or not.

"They made a mistake. I've cooked my own food properly."

"Really? Let me see, give me that."

Park Joo-hyuk picked up an asparagus baked by Bin, put it in his mouth, and chewed it.

He chewed five or six times and swallowed it, but the other chefs who saw it were a little surprised.

No wonder Park Joo-hyuk spit out any problems or shortcomings without mercy.

"Well done. Yes, that's enough to be proud."

"Thank you."

"But I don't like your attitude. Are you cooking alone in this kitchen? You're funny, aren't you?”

Of course, that's not the case for Park Joo-hyuk.

"Today's lunch staff meal and cleaning are all yours. I'm so into it. I can't help it. Oh, my personality is dead a lot!"

Even today, nutmeg characters and ingredients flew through the air in the kitchen of oral fairy tales.

To learn how to cook here, the new recruits couldn't help it.

But things are much better than they used to be.

Park Sung-hyuk and Lee Jong-guk murmured like this and cheered up.

'Chef Haru said there was a time like this.’

"Yes, roll over like this, follow the chef for a day and a half in a few years, and you'll still be bowing down!"For your information, Bin is.

‘…….’

I just did my job without saying anything.

* * *

"Oh, I'm dying."

"I can't believe it's dinner time in a little by little. I've only done half the work.”

Sung-hyuk and Jong-kook, who made lunch for everyone at the restaurant, finished eating in just five minutes, and barely finished organizing the kitchen ingredients, sighed.

No matter how crazy it is to roll around in the kitchen, I literally felt like I was going to go crazy because I woke up at dawn and worked until at least 9 p.m.

The two soon collapsed in the corner of the hall.

I feel like my whole body is completely drained.

For your information, Sulbin was still in the kitchen.

I heard that you organize new recipes and cooking skills in your notes when you have time, but I didn't know how to be so strong.

"Oh, I miss my mom."

"Me, too. I'm so tired.”

Two people who seem to be mentally challenged.

There was an eye that was watching the youngest.

"Joohyuk, aren't the youngest members too grating?" The souls of the children are just trying to escape."

"You have to grind it to your senses. Hosung knows it. The kitchen is not easy. 'Cause not all the other kids seem like a day.'

"That's true. I feel a little sorry for him."

"I whipped him, so please comfort him. They don't even eat well. Buy something sweet and feed it."

Park Joo-hyuk, who was peeping at the back of the youngest members who were about to collapse, met his hands, saying he remembered something.

"Oh, right. I saw someone selling fish-shaped buns outside the restaurant."

"Bungeoppang? Really? This summer?"

"Yeah, what kind of young man was selling it? I took a quick look and it looked delicious. Buy one and feed the kids. You like fish-shaped buns, too."

"Hey, Joohyuk! Why are you saying that now? I'm the fish-shaped bun killer! You know it's a fish-shaped bun ghost."

"Anyway, all right?"

"I know, of course!"

Kim Ho-sung shouted hurray at the word bungeoppang.

Then he called in the youngest members who were taking a break and held out the cards.

He even took out the bean from the kitchen by himself, and sent an errand to go quickly and buy all the fish-shaped buns he had.

Of course, what he did not go to was Kim Ho-sung's own consideration.

In the restaurant, the youngest members need to take a break to see what others think.

He sent me to go outside and catch my breath and play tricks.

Sure enough. Sung-hyuk and Jong-kook, who received what could have been a bothersome errand, ran out of the restaurant with a big smile.

To be honest, the two were also confused at first.

Until yesterday, there was nothing in front of the restaurant, and even the weather is hot now, who can judge fish-shaped buns?

"Wow, there really is."

But there really was a fish-shaped bun stand.

Myung-seok, who found three people while baking fish-shaped buns with sweat, greeted with a big smile.

"Hello! Have a fish-shaped bun. If you buy it now, I'll give you a lot of service."

"Oh, yes, yes."

Park Sung Hyuk is approaching.

Myeong-seok, who looked closely at what he and others were wearing, exclaimed.

"Well, are you chefs from oral fairy tales?""That's right. I got an errand to buy fish-shaped buns. Well, if it's 3,000 won for ten, can you give me 10,000 won for red beans and custard cream?”

"Oh, please wait a little longer. I can't just give it to the oral fairy tale chefs."

Myung-seok immediately started baking new fish-shaped buns.

Oiled the mold, poured the dough, and put the filling in, and Seong-hyuk opened his mouth while watching it.

"No, do you put in that much red bean paste?"

"I tend to put in a little generous fillings."

"That's not a generous thing. That's two other fish buns. Almost."

I was worried that it would explode if I filled my stomach like that, but soon there was another surprise.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The boss's touch of touching the frame of the fish-shaped bun with a skewer was extraordinary.

I constantly flipped the frame and controlled the fire, and I remembered the hand movements of senior chefs I saw in the kitchen.

Hot fish buns that were soon completed.

It was newly made and pre-baked, but it was a bit too much.

"Can you give me that much? Even if it's worth 10,000 won. It's a lot of food."

"It's okay. If it's a children's story, I'll give you a lot. I owe you something before."

"What do you mean, you're in our oral fairy tale? What?"

"It's just, there's that."

If it's 10,000 won, it's about 33 dogs.

It's never a small amount, considering that just one fish-shaped bun makes you feel full.

Nicely done!

In a white bag, red beans and custard cream fish-shaped buns were packed.

The largest bag was piled up like a mountain, filled with two bags, and then stared blankly at him taking out another bag, and talked to him.

"Aren't you tired? To bake fish-shaped buns in this hot weather."

"That's right. I don't think the business is going well. We were surprised when we heard that there was someone selling fish-shaped buns.”

"It's tough, and the business isn't good. A lot of regulars used to come, but these days, that's rare. That's why I moved the place. I wanted to do something about it.”

"You must like fish-shaped buns a lot.

"That's true. I can't ignore the reality. If business doesn't go well here either, I think we'll have to close for a few months now."

"Fold it?"

"Well, after moving here, sales have increased a little. I didn't think anyone would buy this because it's a neighborhood where rich people live. He eats it often. More than I thought."

The youngest members' eyes were wide open when they heard that they could close the business.

It should never happen.

I was smiling at the thought of resting on the pretext of buying fish-shaped buns every lunch from now on!

It's not going to work.

I had to do something about it.

"Well, here's your fish-shaped bun. It's half red bean paste and half cream."

"Is this worth 10,000 won? It looks like more than 50."

"Think of it as a service and take it."

Bungeoppang worth 10,000 won was quite heavy to hold with both hands.

Kim Ho-sung, who had been waiting, rushed to the oral fairy tale.

A moment to be surprised at the amount more than I imagined. I picked up a red bean fish bun and put it in my mouth from the head.

Crispy!

"Hoo, ha, hoo, ha! Ugh, that's crazy. What's this?"

Crispy surface and moist insides.

Combination of savory flour dough and sweet red beans.

"Ho-sung, are you okay?""No, it's not okay. Hey, you try it. It's so full, it's just killing me."

Park Joo-hyuk, who was looking at Ho-seong, who was eating fish-shaped buns in a hurry while breathing out even though it was hot, picked up a custard cream fish-shaped bun himself.

I was trying to cool off the dried seaweed by splitting it in half, and the cream dripped down.

Park Chu-hyuk, who put his tail in his mouth, is within.

"Whoa, man. This is nice.”

He raised the corners of his mouth as if he was satisfied.

Park Chu-hyuk beckons to other chefs and hall servers to come and eat quickly.

Park Sung-hyuk and Lee Jong-guk, who soon tasted it, also gave a thumbs-up, saying that it was definitely different from the fish-shaped buns they had so far.

"You want an empty chef, don' Custard cream fish-shaped buns are warm and delicious."

Park Sung-hyuk offered a custard cream fish-shaped bun to Seol-bin, who was going to the kitchen.

But Bin turned his head away without any change of expression.

"That's not a custard cream."

"Yes?"

"Custard cream is made from egg yolks with flour, sugar and butter. Isn't it made with palm oil in cheap flour? It's not custard cream."

"Well, if I have to say so. How do you use real custard cream for three 1,000 won fish buns?”

"Then you can't sell custard cream fish-shaped buns. Anyway, I don't have to eat. Eat quickly and come to the kitchen. Don't make mistakes at dinner time like before."

A sharp voice.

I'm so glad that all the senior chefs are busy eating fish-shaped buns.

If Park had heard this, Bin would have to take off his cooking suit immediately.