Cooking Genius With God

"Chef Haru."

"Yes, what's up?"

Outside the oral fairy tale, Haru and Bean were looking at each other.

Again.

I've felt this since Bin kept staring at himself earlier, but I was the same.

Haru sent back all the staff who finished filming well and was about to go back. Bin came to Haru again.

You said you wanted to say something.

To be honest, I've been annoyed every day at this point.

It's nothing else, and I was wondering what the hell was going on because a junior kept saying he didn't like it every time he did something.

When Haru refused to talk to him, saying he was busy today, Bin said.

You said you had a goal. While leaving the oral fairy tale.

I'll get Bib Gourmand. I'll start from there. Didn't you say that?

I thought Chef Haru would have picked Bibgurmant by now.

Bib Gourmand.

Just below Michelin One Star.

It means "a Michelin guide plaque for restaurants that taste so good at a low price."

In other words, it's the best prize for low-priced restaurants that don't openly go after Michelin.

"Now. What?"

With it, Bean literally scratched the insides of the day.

Honestly, it wasn't like I didn't feel a day off.

I proudly shouted out my goal of getting Bibgurmant, but I'm not getting it now.

Of course, it's only less than a year after opening a restaurant.

Bibgourmand is not an easy prize to reward restaurants that have only been open for a few years.

But that was no excuse for a cook, at least one day.

"Do you remember what I said when I first met Chef Haru?"

"I don't understand why I left the oral fairy tale. That one?"

"I still don't understand. A oral fairy tale that makes the best dishes...….”

Bean tried to say the same thing again.

Questions that made the day's head ache.

Why are you making such a cheap story out of a oral fairy tale. Is that really what you want to cook for a day.

If so, are you a real chef.

I didn't get an answer before.

No, the truth is the same now. I couldn't answer. Because one day he couldn't find his answer.

But there was a fact that came before that.

Oh, I got a problematic. Look at his eyes burning for a day. Hey, Haru. Be gentle. Huh? Be gentle!

One day I was angry. Honestly, I'm sick and tired of it.

He was angry at himself, who was lacking, but he was even angrier at Bin who did this again today.

And it's really scary when a good and gentle person gets angry.

I don't curse, I don't disparage, I get angry as it really is.

"Chef Bean. No, Mr. Bean."

"Yes, Chef Haru."

"Please call me senior. Don't you have any commercial morality?"

"……I'm sorry. Senior Haru."

Did he feel that the atmosphere of the day was a little strange?

Bin, who answered sorry, lowered his head right away.

"The chicken breast dish Mr. Bin made earlier. Are you saying I castigated it?”

"No, I didn't mean it."

"Then why did you stare so hard at me earlier for criticizing Mr. Bean's cooking? You didn't think I'd see it? I have eyes behind my back."Actually, I noticed it because Choi Hanseok told me. The fact of the matter hasn't changed anyway.

Maybe it's because I thought Haru didn't know. Bin wiggled his fingers a little as if he was embarrassed.

"Ha...." Bin's dish was delicious. It was so good that I thought I could sell it in oral fairy tales."

"But why earlier?"

"Bin, you haven't done business, have you?"

"That's……."

The day hit the nail on the head.

Bin dropped his head deeper without saying anything.

"I started with a food truck that Mr. Bin ignores like that's how I started. It came up from the bottom and set up a restaurant. By the way, Mr. Bin, have you ever done business?”

"The work of oral fairy tales...….”

"Do the employees and the president see the same thing? I can assure you. That dish just now, it's one of two things sold in a real restaurant. Whether it's too expensive for anyone to buy, or it doesn't make a profit no matter how much you sell it. In short, it's a delicious dish, like a dog's apricot from the point of view of a merchant."

So far, I've already said everything I have to say.

In fact, Bin didn't even think that his day would come out like this, or because he was really on the point, he wasn't even able to answer back to what he usually said.

A day would have stopped here in character.

But I didn't want to do that today.

I wanted to pierce my frustrated stomach like I ate a lot of sweet potatoes.

No, rather, I wanted to ask Bin the other way around.

"Do you like fish-shaped buns?"

"I don't hate fish-shaped buns..."

"That's surprising. I thought you wouldn't like cheap food that costs three thousand won.

I even saw one day.

How valuable a fish-shaped bun can be.

Nara saved her life thanks to bungeoppang. I was able to come out into the world again.

If then,

"If fish-shaped buns are cheap food. Is it a cheap life to sell bungeoppang?"

“…….”

"If you make a fish-shaped bun with expensive and luxurious ingredients and sell it for 3,000 won. It must be a great chef. Although no one would buy it. But that's the chef's job, right?”

"What is Chef Haru talking about?"

"What do you want to say? Well, yeah. I'll borrow what Chef Park Joo-hyuk said to me before."

Hmmmmmmm, I cleared my throat.

"If you're going to cook what you want, go out to the restaurant. With that mindset, I won't be able to work in oral fairy tales for long."

Of course, Haru isn't the man of the oral fairy tale.

Still, at least I could be confident that I knew more about how the restaurant called oral fairy tale works than Vienna.

One day, I finished talking and just looked at Bean.

Choi Han-seok seemed to be floating in the air and saying something, but he did not hear anything.

When I woke up, Park Joo-hyuk was coming from far away.

Park Chu-hyuk, who noticed the awkward air flowing between Haru and Vienna, opened his mouth as if he knew this would happen.

"You are, by the way, consistent. It's the same."

He left an unknown word and took Bin away.

Behind Park Joo-hyuk's appearance, who left Haru saying goodbye, Choi Han-seok, who was following him for a while, found something and returned with his mouth open.

Hey, Haru. You may not have seen it. Joohyuk's expression when he was taking Bin was so nice. He just looked like he wanted to smash everything.

In other wordsBin, you're going to break up with Joohyuk today. Tsk, tsk. You look good, but your mental state is like that. I don't understand. I am!

Choi Han-seok's eyes were on Haru again, as he shook his arms wide and wide.

Bean left, but one day he couldn't leave.

Choi Han-seok spent his time saying nothing for such a disciple. And a few minutes later.

"Chef Choi Han-seok."

Come on.

A day of tidying up thoughts declared.

"Well, I've got a goal.”

What is it?

"Bib Gourmand, I don't care anymore."

Then what?

"I'll be a better cook. With any cheap ingredient, the best tasting chef."

I will no longer be drawn to such questions.

It was as if a seven-year-old child was saying he wanted to be an astronaut or president when he grew up, but Choi Han-seok nodded sincerely.

Yeah, you can do it. If you can't do it, I wouldn't accept you as my disciple.

One day, he took a lighter step and headed to heaven.

Of course, I also didn't forget to pack her favorite tteokbokki for Yumi who worked hard today.

* * *

Boom!

A large stainless steel bowl was placed in the middle of the dining-heaven kitchen.

A pot of cooled rice, which was lukewarm for a day, was poured over it.

Then, I took out all the vegetables and side dishes from the fridge.

Seasoned bean sprouts, seasoned bracken, braised tofu, stir-fried potatoes, etc.

Ten fried eggs were also put in half-cooked, and kimchi was taken out and sliced with scissors.

He added fresh perilla oil three times and mixed it like crazy with seaweed powder and red pepper paste.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The amount was so large that it was hard to rub with a rice paddle.

But if you look at the foods that are mixed with rice grains that are slowly getting released over time.

In addition, considering that soybean paste soup, a fantastic combination of bibimbap, is boiling.

It looks so delicious.

Can't you just mix it and give it to me? I really can't wait!

Bibimbap that you put in like this is not special, but it's great. Ugh, why didn't I think of this!

Despite the lack of food, ghosts were drooling with spoons and chopsticks as if they were dying of anticipation.

If you are Korean, you will know Bibimbap.

What's interesting is that bibimbap has different ingredients.

Once you rub it, the taste is all similar.

It's similar to the delicious taste.

That's why I can't forget this taste.

Hey, hey, Haru. I think that's enough, let's just eat. Yes?

"Then can Chef Choi Han-seok taste it?”

Of course, dude! Let's see. With a scoop.

Choi Han-seok had a huge smile on his mouth when he was told to taste it first.

It was ironic and understandable that the legendary chef, who had tried all kinds of expensive and valuable food, liked bibimbap so much at a bite.

Slurp, slurp, slurp.

I scooped up a lot of sticky, bright red rice grains, put them in a spoon and put them in my mouth, and chewed them.It's hard to say. But the taste of bibimbap is really good.

It was incredibly delicious with the flavor of the soft-boiled egg yolk.

Oh, my god! This is it!

I didn't expect you to like it. Didn't you say it was a great cook with three stars?

Oh, my. This guy. That upsetting sound! Even Michelin chefs get lazy when they go home, so they cook ramen. I won't give up chicken legs.

Choi Han-seok is shouting, "Isn't it obvious?"

The ghosts, who had been pondering for a while, agreed in unison, saying that it was.

The chef is a human being.