Cooking Genius With God

Choi Han-seok was trying to laugh it off as if he had not heard it, but Yoon Byung-jin was already determined as if he had hardened his mind.

I mean it. Chef.

What are you talking about?

Let me work in heaven on the table. You don't have to pay me.

"……Yes?"

"What?"

Explosive remarks that soon exploded.

Haru and Yumi were surprised and said their final words without realizing it, but Byung-jin didn't even care.

-If I learn how to cook from the chef again, I think I can be a saint. The chef is the only one who has something that you don't even know what it's you're the only one here.

Byungjin appealing with all his heart.

Choi Han-seok's answer to that is.

I don't like it, man. I don't think so.

-……Huh?

I don't want to. I'm busy. And there's no way to win back the chef who set up his own restaurant and got Michelin.

- Are you sure? I shouldn't have lived. You can't do that's all. In a way, I'm wandering around the world because of you. What?

So what, am I the reason you're dead?

-That's...

Choi Han-seok hit the nail on the head.

Chef Byung-jin couldn't say anything more.

He just looks at Choi Han-seok with eyes full of irritation and anger, drooping his whole body like a dead body.

Haru was not necessarily an enemy, so I wondered if he needed to do so.

By the time it's been such a little while.

Okay, then let's do this.

What is it?

Byungjin, did you say you wanted to learn how to cook from a chef with a naughty boy? Okay, that's good. But I can't. So, learn from him.

If it's this guy. Here, this guy?

"Me?"

Choi Han-seok pointed out that he had a good idea.

Of course, Haru is Choi Han-seok's student.

-No, no matter how. You want me to learn from someone this young? Am I?

- Since when does age matter in cooking?

No, I'm Michelin One Star Restaurant Head Chef. You know! What's the age difference?

"I know. You're a very old senior myself. How can I...….”

A day with Byeongjin, who wakes up as if he's burned.

But it's kind of iffy.’

For one day, Byung-jin is really a senior, but it hurt my pride a little bit to speak openly like this.

But it was a day where I was confident in my cooking skills.

A strange current was flowing between the two.

In the end, Byung-jin, who couldn't resist, opened his mouth first.

I don't agree. Even the food you gave me earlier was bibimbap. Anyone can make it! Of course, it was delicious, but there was nothing to learn.

"Well, I used to work in oral fairy tales. He was recognized by Park Joo-hyuk, who used to be a head chef."

I'm sorry, but Chef Choi Han-seok is the only head chef I know of. You say he's a pupil now, but how do I know what you're capable of?

The way you speak, as if you're teaching your child.

At this point, I couldn't control my anger for a day.

When I looked up, I had about 20 minutes left before the door closed.

It was a very short time.

"Then wait a little bit. I'll show you."

Haru jumped up and walked to the kitchen with his apron fastened again.

Yumi and Choi Hanseok. And the ghosts were looking at the day as if it were going to be fun.* * *

"Whoo...…."

About 15 minutes after that.

Haru breathed a big breath and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

In front of him was a plate of dishes made in a snap.

The dish I just cooked is nothing but dumplings.

It wasn't just a dumpling, it was a dessert dumpling made by putting chocolate inside and frying it in oil.

The dumpling skin was thickened with butter, vanilla ice cream to eat together for fear of being greasy, and handmade strawberry jam made quickly made quickly.

All of this was made in just 15 minutes, so the other ghosts around me really felt like watching some cooking show.

Even when Haru finished cooking and served it to Byung-jin, some ghosts clapped their hands as if they were possessed, so he said it all.

"Try it. We're running out of time, so a little faster."

Hmm. More than I thought. You have skills. At that age. I understand why Chef Choi Han-seok received you.

Originally, the cook said that you should speak with cooking.

As if I'd think of someone a little bit unlucky.

It was Byeongjin who ignored the day to make food for ordinary people such as miso soup in bibimbap, but when he made a restaurant-class dessert in 15 minutes, he was also a little amazed.

Byung-jin, who coughed once, carefully picked up a fork and knife.

Crispy-!

When the well-fried dumpling skin was cut in half, the enormous aroma of butter and chocolate rose.

After applying strawberry jam to chocolate dumplings, I had a bite with vanilla ice cream.

"It looks delicious..."

I know. I'll give you a bite, too.

CEO Haru. Can you do that for us tomorrow? It looks amazing. Ugh!

The eyes of ghosts moving busily along Byungjin's spoon.

I wonder if he wants to eat a lot.

After a while, Byung-jin, who swallowed a bite, carefully wiped his mouth and soon put down his fork.

Tick-tick-!

At the same time, it was on the dot, and the door was closed.

Ghosts back to their original opaque form.

Byung-jin, who was looking around as if he was amazed, looked at the day and said.

It wasn't bad, to be honest. Considering it was made in a hurry, it was completed. The decoration and the taste were good.

The reaction was better than I thought.

As expected, I was about to smile around Haru's mouth.

But definitely, yes. It tastes young.

"……What do you mean young?”

I'm not saying it on purpose, so don't listen to it weirdly. But this is what I feel for real. Should I say it's a little deep? Should I say that taste is spineless? It's delicious. Well, there's something missing.

The cook has no backbone?

It was worse than shouting 'It's not good anyway!'

Haru was quite limited for a chef, but I was moved to hear this because he was a human being.

I never imagined I'd hear that now.

The day calmed down my trembling hands.

"I see."

Yeah, I guess so. But you're still a good cook. I'm serious about it. If you're this good at your age, well. To be honest, you seem to have more talent and effort than me. I apologize for what I said earlier as if I were looking down without realizing it.

Byungjin scratching his temples and doing something like an apple.

But his words didn't ring in one day's ears.One day, he sneaked up and looked at Chef Choi Han-seok next to his eyes.

But he also just looks at the day. I did not refute it separately.

Considering that Choi Han-seok was usually quite sensitive about the day and cooking.

"Chef Choi Han-seok, did you think so to some extent?"’

To be honest, I didn't want to admit it.

But if two senior chefs say this.

'What I don't admit is...…. I'm sure it's flattering.’

There must have been a reason.

'And if you know why. If we get to know each other from now on. I could go one step further.’

As a chef and as an artist.

Something like this seemed to happen a lot these days.

Starting with the old Bin, a strange YouTuber or something. Even Chef Yoon Byungjin.

There were a lot of things that made me feel bad, but in conclusion, I thought it would be pretty good.

Since I heard about Bib Gourmand from Bin earlier, I've been thinking about it for a day.

How far I've come. How far I can improve.

And one day I came to a conclusion.

I'm stuck in a wall right now.

Like a baby bird that couldn't break the shell, it felt like the finish line was moving away.

But at the same time, I had this thought.

'This must be the guide to the underworld.’

If you become stronger.

'I can do it.’

Chef Yoon Byung-jin just looked at the day with indescribable eyes.

Choi Han-seok told Chef Yoon Byung-jin to learn from Haru, and he refuted, saying he really hated it.

His harsh criticism of the day's cooking was also tantamount to a rebellion against Choi Han-seok's words, in other words.

I don't want to learn from him.

Then, what should he do now that he is completely caught in the middle of Choi Han-seok and Yoon Byung-jin?

After thinking about it, I opened my eyes that I had closed.

"Chef, did you say you wanted to work in heaven on our table?”

Yes, I want to learn from Chef Choi Han-seok.

"This is my restaurant. I made it. I made it.”

That's true, though. Anyway, the centripetal point is...….

"It's me. I'm the head chef. So I have a suggestion.”

Byungjin's pupils thinning at the sound of a suggestion.

Haru shouted confidently.

"Tomorrow, come a little early. I'll have the other ghost guests come in 30 minutes. Let me and the chef cook together and judge without telling me whose dish it is."

You want to have a cooking contest with me?

"The chef won't recognize me."

Sounds fun. Okay, let's do it. Instead, I have a condition on my side. If I win. Am I allowed to work at your restaurant? You like it?

"Of course, it's a promise."

Okay! All right, let's do it. So what's the subject?

"Chef, decide."

I'll decide. Hmm. Okay. What would be good?

Byungjin is thinking with a funny expression.

He clapped his hands loudly, saying he had a good idea soon.

Let's have steak. Like a chef.

Tomorrow's event is steak.

The day deepened, and the air between Haru and Yoon Byung-jin gradually got hotter.

Of course, the ghosts who were looking at those two people.

Steak! Steak!

Oh, I don't even remember when I had Steki. You're so wrong!

Anyway, there's a lot I'm thankful for Haru. I'm really going to judge fairly. Huh? You know, right?How long has it been since I cut this meat?

No one's gonna miss tomorrow, huh?

I just happily imagined the beef I'd rip off tomorrow.

In the middle of all these things, Choi Han-seok murmured quietly.

That sounds fun.

In the middle of the night, a cooking contest between the two chefs was held.