Cooking Genius With God

"Try it."

Park Joo-hyuk glared next to Haru.

It was not a blatant disregard or anger.

However, he was adamant that he would not give any more chances if he failed this time.

Normally, one day he would have been overwhelmed by his energy and couldn't say anything.

Since he is the head chef who is the head coach of the kitchen, he has chosen a person who can talk back to Park Joo-hyuk.

"Let's get right to it."

But it was different today.

After gazing into his eyes, he grabbed a kitchen knife.

"As I said before, it's my last chance. The moment you make a mistake, you're out of the kitchen."

Don't be anxious. Take your time. Let's just do what we practiced earlier.

There was a voice to put pressure on and a voice to put calmness on at the same time.

Park Joo-hyuk and Choi Han-seok.

One day I answered with a nod.

"Yes, chef."

Rolled omelet is a side dish for customers who order meals from oral fairy tales.

I was cooking a course meal for oral fairy tale, but I was also selling a simple meal.

Chop vegetables into small pieces because they are usually eaten with rice.

But one day I omitted the process.

First, break the egg.’

Thud, thud!

After taking out the mixing bowl, beat the egg against the wall, broke the shell, and carefully spilled it.

Four pieces were put in, and the forks were picked up and mixed well so that the whites and yolks could be combined.

"You don't cut the vegetables? We have carrots and onions in rolled omelet. You couldn't have forgotten that."

The order of the day's cooking, which is different basic recipes.

Park Joo-hyuk, who felt something strange, asked as if he was uncomfortable.

But one day, he spoke in a determined voice.

"It's okay. You don't have to put it in now."

"……What? Are you kidding me? Did you forget all the recipes out of embarrassment?”

"I'm just making rolled omelettes of oral fairy tales. As you said."

"Huh."

That's a very confident voice.

"Yes, do as you please. It's going to be the last dish in this kitchen anyway.”

Eventually, Park Joo-hyuk let go of his hand.

Even though he said so, he seemed a little curious to see that he was still next to the day.

What the hell is the dish you're trying to cook, and how confident a day seems.

I think it's almost done. Bring me a sieve.

After confirming that the egg was completely untied, I brought a fine sieve and filtered it out.

Tough tingles and impurities are perfectly filtered out.

You remember the percentage I told you?

"Of course, I'll never forget it."

Now it's time to season with egg water.

Add salt, sugar and pepper and drizzle half a spoonful of soy sauce.

And another thing

Haru walked to the refrigerator and pulled something out.

Park Joo-hyuk's eyes shook wildly when he recognized its identity.

"Whipped cream?"

"Yes, it can make the texture softer while laying a heavy base on the rolled omelet.”

"It's not that I don't know! Why is whipped cream coming out of nowhere?

A voice that is raised beyond reason.

It wasn't just cooking in a different way than usual.

There has been a strong feeling that there must be other reasons.

No matter how proud he is, he doesn't get angry just because he used unique ingredients.

No, rather, if it was Park Joo-hyuk, he might have said, "We'll see what kind of failure you make with it."However, one day I could see why even a little.

"Because it's a oral, egg roll."

"You..."

Park Joo-hyuk stared at the day and soon shook his head.

He turned his head and muttered something, and soon came to the side of the day with a serious look on his face.

"Go ahead, for now. Let's see."

"Yes, I'll continue to cook."

Pour whipped cream into the seasoned egg water.

Heat the pan and add enough oil.

It's now. Haru!

When the oil is moderately hot and the smoke is dimly visible.

Pour in about one third of the prepared egg water.

Tada, Tada!

The whipped cream, which had been cooked over high protein heat, boiled up.

A savory and heavy scent slowly spread out.

'Now hold up your chopsticks...….’

You shouldn't stay still just because the egg water is cooking.

Holding long chopsticks, slowly stir in egg water as if to make scrambled eggs.

The eggs on the pan slowly became fluffy and cooked evenly.

It's time to roll it up.

Park Joo-hyuk's mind kept thinking, "No way, no way."

However, he muttered to himself that it could not happen and deliberately shot the day colder.

I don't know what happened, but the atmosphere of the day changed completely overnight.

And that egg roll I'm making now.

I don't know about others, but it was more familiar to Park Joo-hyuk than anything else.

'No way...' No, it can't be. Haru can't possibly know the recipe.’

It would be a coincidence.

With Park Joo-hyuk muttering so much, Haru took out a new ingredient.

Blue vegetables that seem to have been washed in advance.

Korean Herb is so familiar to Koreans.

'This is...…'

It's called perilla leaf.

Park Joo-hyuk unconsciously breathed in vain. He couldn't believe his eyes.

Haru, look at Joohyuk's face. I can't believe I've ever seen him so embarrassed again! It's all thanks to you, man.

Choi giggled as he looked at Park Joo-hyuk.

The amount that it is more interesting than anything else to make fun of one's disciple.

'Wait a minute. I'm going to focus.’

But I couldn't hear it for a day.

Around the time the first egg is almost done.

Add two quality perilla leaves and roll them carefully.

'We're almost there.’

After confirming that it was beautifully dried, put oil on it and pour egg water again.

Roll the remaining egg water until you use it and repeat.

Slowly take the well-cooked egg roll out of the pan and place it on the cutting board and wait for about three minutes.

Lasting, waiting for the heat in the food to spread evenly. In the meantime, the inside of the egg may be cooked with residual heat, so you'll be able to match the cooking time.’

One day, he turned his eyes a little while waiting for the lasting and looked at Park Joo-hyuk.

He hasn't said anything since he took out the perilla leaf.

I just stare at the innocent rolled omelet with a mysterious look on my face.

I think it's almost done. It's Haru.

Soon after, Choi Han-seok's autograph fell.

I brought a kitchen knife to the rolled omelet on the cutting board, and cut it carefully.

'Please... ..we have to succeed this time!’

If this rolled omelet fails, it's really over.Let's go!

A kitchen knife cut right in the middle of the rolled omelet.

A pudding-like texture delivered at the same time. One day I could feel it instinctively.

"There you go!"

This is a success. That's perfect, too!

The half-cut side of the rolled omelet was, in a word, moist.

The whipped cream helped to reduce the concentration, and it was well cooked to the inside through rusting.

The scent of green perilla leaves and whipped cream stuck in the center created harmony.

"Here's a rolled omelet."

“…….”

One day, he cut all the rolled omelet and put it out to Park Joo-hyuk.

He stared blankly at the dish made by the day, and soon put a piece in his mouth without chopsticks.

Gulp.

Thanks to the soft texture, it passed by itself even though I hadn't chewed it many times.

"It's the same."

The first word that Park Chu-hyuk uttered.

It was not just an expression of taste.

"……What?"

"Was it 10 years ago? It tastes the same as the rolled omelet I learned when I first came into oral fairy tale."

He blinked his eyes a few times as if he were sentimental.

Soon I looked back.

Flinched!

Other senior chefs, who were watching Haru's cooking with interest, pretended to be preparing for the opening, shed their eyes.

Park Joo-hyuk opened his mouth as if they were to listen.

"Now, oral fairy tales seek authentic Korean food. It excludes foreign ingredients such as butter, whipped cream and truffle as much as possible. By the way, it wasn't like that at first. Especially my teacher."

-Yeah, yeah, yeah. Korean food is good, but there's a limit. Tsk tsk. But a guy who knows that makes a restaurant like this?

Choi Han-seok nodded, looking displeased with Park Joo-hyuk.

"He believed that fusion Korean food was more likely to develop. Season with soy sauce and egg roll with whipped cream and perilla leaves. Just like this."

It was.

Rolled omelet made by Haru.

It was an egg roll that Park Joo-hyuk made to pass the test when he first entered the oral fairy tale.

At the same time, it was the last thing on the course in the old oral fairy tale.

"One day."

Park Joo-hyuk stared at the day.

Thinking of himself as a subordinate, the tone of neglect was a little different from usual.

"Let me ask you seriously. Where did you get this recipe?”

"That's……."

I could feel it.

Depending on how you answer now, the life of the cook is at stake.

As I was agonizing over it, Choi Han-seok, who was floating in the air, began to move wildly.

I made something with my mouth, moving back and forth from side to side of the day.

Just as other senior chefs are also picking up their ears.

Haru answered with confidence.

"Chef Choi Han-seok was my role model. The person I respect the most.”

"What, a role model?"

"Yes. That's why I naturally became interested in the oral fairy tale set up by Chef Choi Han-seok, and I found out that there was such food."

"So, you practiced alone? Without knowing the recipe?"

"Yes, it's Chef Choi Han-seok's recipe that I really like. Although nothing has been revealed. I think I can imitate it to a certain extent."

A day of speaking fluently.

Logically speaking, it was not wrong.

'He's really...….’

That's why Park Chu-hyuk was even more annoyed.

This is all he has to say to that little guy.

He looked back at the day and said.

"Okay, we'll see tomorrow."

* * *

"Thank you for your hard work!"

"You've been through a lot. Get home safely."

"Hosung, good luck."It's 11 PM.

It's the time when the restaurant's business ended earlier and the cleaning up was done.

After finishing the routine, the chefs greeted Kim Ho-sung and left the oral fairy tale.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was quite chilly today.

Of course, it was because of Park Joo-hyuk.

After tasting the rolled omelet for a day, he said exactly what he needed all day.

I've received this order. I have to make this dish now.

He used to curse even if he made a little mistake, but as he stayed still, the other chefs were more enthusiastic.

Maybe that's why no one was annoyed with Haru.

"Haru, are you going to stay today?"

"Yes, I still have a lot to practice. You go in first, brother."

"Yes, I'm sorry. By the way, you were so cool earlier. I've never seen Chef Park Joohyuk so flustered while working here for years.”

"Huh, what? I'm glad I could stay in the kitchen. What?"

Kim Ho-sung threw a friendly word as always.

But the look of the day couldn't be any brighter.

He went ahead and left the restaurant several times, saying sorry.

Cheer up!

When Kim Ho-sung went out, the bell on the door shook and made a sound. Then Choi Han-seok appeared again.

After all, you spent your last day in a restaurant before you died. What a poor fellow.

"What? But you made one egg roll, didn't you? I'm satisfied with that. Except I haven't learned how to cook more.…, not much to say."

Haru answered silently and looked at the clock on his right wrist.

Little by little, little by little.

The clock, which was moving backwards, was about to turn around.

I think we have about three hours left.

I knew I was going to die soon, but strangely I felt at ease.

Yeah, yeah. This is my recommendation. Why don't you make anything? You can't eat anything if you die. You know what I'm talking about, right?

"Shall we? Hmm. It's the last meal."

Didn't you say ghosts that died while eating look better?

I was rather hungry because I ate all day.

Thinking about what to have for the last supper, he soon found something and nodded.

"When it comes to food you want to eat before you die, this is it.”

Oh, you know something!

What Haru picked up was two bags of instant ramen.

Big fatties like beef and lobster? I didn't need them all.

Now just a bowl of ramen was enough.

"It's ramen cooked alone in the kitchen of a Michelin three-star restaurant. It's the best."

Yeah, yeah. I know the taste very well. Oh, I'm so sorry to be dead like today.

Crunch! Crunch!

Put water on the pot.

Do you put the soup in the ramen first or the noodles first?

It was a question of whether to pour sauce into sweet and sour pork or dip it in sauce, and people were fighting in half.

For your information, a day is a day when you put the soup in first.

After shaking off the ramen soup, the water boiled up as I opened it and put it in.

"Hmmm. This is it!"

The spicy smell that spreads out at the same time.

The smell, which Koreans cannot know, made my chin sour and my mouth water.

Half-split the round ramen noodles and add the soup.The noodles were cooked properly after boiling them for about three minutes while stirring them around with tongs.

The chewy texture delivered to the tip of the tongs! I got hungry by myself.

I took out two bowls and moved them neatly.

Why are there two?

"Just, chef, have some."

Wow, look at him. You're fooling around with the dead, man! Ghosts can't eat real food.

"Still... .. just in case. Do you want to burn incense like a memorial service?”

You're talking about scents! This is how you raise your students. You're making fun of your teacher.

"Oh, I was your student?”

I don't know, dude! You eat both bowls. Watch you eat and be vicariously satisfied.

Haru and Choi Han-seok grumbled.

Meanwhile, it became midnight before I knew it.

Three clock hands hanging on the wall of the restaurant were overlapped in place.

At that moment.

Choi Han-seok's face, which had been struggling, suddenly hardened.

-……Huh?

"Why?"

What's this? Can you feel it?

"Sorry, I can't believe you felt it.”

It smells like ramen! The smell of this stimulating MSG!

Choi Han-seok sniffed as if he was about to put his nose in a ramen bowl.

One day I couldn't understand a thing or two about what the hell happened.

Choi Han-seok, who was running wild, carefully picked up a pair of chopsticks. Let's do that.

"Gasp!"

Woahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Maybe chopsticks are lifted like a living person.

One day I couldn't help but be genuinely surprised.

-Wait. Then...….

Choi Han-seok carefully brought chopsticks to the ramen bowl.

After scooping a chopstick of ramen with trembling hands, I put it in my mouth.

Slurp!

-Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah….

"Chef, are you crying?"”

It's delicious. It's crazy delicious. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....

He didn't seem to hear the voice of the day.

He ate ramen like crazy with the happiest expression in the world.

"What the hell is going on?"

A time when the day will be in turmoil.

One more unexpected thing happened.

Excuse me.

"What? …aaaaaaaaaah!

Someone slid through the tightly closed restaurant door.

Who looks like a high school girl.

However, he seemed to be a ghost because his lower body was invisible like Choi Han-seok.

"Everyone, another ghost!"

If there is a Choi Han-seok ghost, of course there can be other ghosts.

It was nothing new, but there was no reason not to be surprised.

As the day stood absentmindedly, a high school girl ghost looked at Choi Han-seok, who was eating ramen as if she had heard it, and asked carefully.

Can I... can I eat it?