Cooking Genius With God

Even if you call yourself a baked bread, a homemade patty, and a master of baking, a day without any shame even if you look up to the sky is perfectly baked in medium.

A hamburger perfect for a day, with no regrets left.

Of course, it was regrettable that the French fries that went out together were not made by themselves.

But this is really the inevitable part.

It didn't make sense to make French fries in the first place.

French fries were harder than hamburgers.’

I don't know if this makes sense, but it's real.

First of all, the most important thing in French fries is definitely 'potato'.

Potatoes sold in Korea cannot make proper french fries. This is because the varieties are different.

Korean potatoes are basically very moist. The texture that crumbles easily is representative.

This is great when making Korean food, but it's different from French fries.

If you make french fries with Korean potatoes, they will all crumble.

In addition, even if it is fried well, the texture itself is too soft.

That's why I have to pay a lot of money to get potatoes from abroad, cut them and fry them twice...…. I can't take my time.

"I can't wait to see the return on hamburgers right now.

Even though Haru is not greedy for money, the table heaven is basically a restaurant.

It's the basic thing to pursue minimum profits.

Now, there is nothing left to say that handmade hamburgers alone make sense based on other restaurants.

It is possible simply because it is only one day in this really wide Korea.

Still, I gave Coke to him as a co-coke to check his history.

Put ice cubes in a glass that's

Hamburger, french fries, and iced frozen coke.

It was the best thing a day could do.

"Wow, amazing!"

William sat in front of him.

He asked for a menu and cooked for me the next day, and he came as if he had been watching the table heaven as expected.

What would you do if a day had served the hamburger he ordered a week later.

He was a weirdo, though, to keep thinking about. It's also a very capable geek.

"I've tried my best to make the New York hamburger you ordered."

"First of all, I want to say thank you. There's nothing more valuable than a chef changing the menu for me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Chef."

"Well, I'm just grateful that you've visited my humble restaurant twice."

"What do you mean humble? Don't say that. It's a restaurant that Chef Park praised so much. Park's eyes and mouth are 200% reliable to me?”

"In that case, I owe you an apology."

Chef Park complimented me so much for a day.

With this seemingly dripping word, William Bacon declared this.

'Yes, you're right. I'm the one that Park Juhyuk sent. I don't know how far it goes, but I've heard the story roughly.

It was a pretty good response from an off-the-shelf perspective to him to reveal himself like this and start.

At least the day's cooking, which is visible to the eyes and felt through the nose now, exceeded expectations.

Enough to think you don't have to hide your identity anymore. At least it wouldn't have been strange to interpret it this way."No, no! You don't have to apologize. Anyway, that's a long story. A cold hamburger is a way for the soul to escape. Can I taste it first?”

"Of course!"

William Bacon, who was struggling to play the piano with 10 fingers of both hands as if he was dying of anticipation, carefully picked up the day's hamburger.

Made directly from patties and bread, and very thick, it was thicker than the largest burger in a typical burger shop.

When I put a little bit of strength on the finger that picked up the burger, the clear, pink juice flowed out.

William, who was gazing at it, poked out his tongue unconsciously.

"Sure."

And a big bite.

Yaam!

Identify, bursty juices and oil.

The flavor of the cow, which does not smell at all, spreads through the mouth, and soon becomes so delicious that it is a waste of space to describe it.

"Oh my God."

A taste of New York, pure and simple, with only this exclamation.

Bacon, who had one bite, soon ate another bite in a row.

And three bites. Four bites.

If I had eaten other hamburgers like this, I would have choked, but the daily hamburger was not even how juicy it was.

William stopped eating shortly after he had emptied more than one-half of the large hamburger out of the maparam.

Why, there is no such saying. Jjamppong is a jjamppong that you can't think of pickled radish.

The hamburger of the day was just like that. It was just delicious without the best friend french fries or coke.

Soon after, Haru brought up a regular comment.

"How does it taste?"

"It's all right! It's delicious. So delicious! Friend."

"……BUT?"

His expression of happiness suddenly changed in the midst of a series of praise that he thought was natural.

Success! Haru and Yumi's heart suddenly sank after just thinking about it.

"Bout, this isn't a New York burger. Chef Haru."

William Bacon looked at the day with cold eyes.

Oh, this is getting interesting.

Choi Han-seok, who was watching the situation as if he was an audience watching a movie behind him, smiled full of laughter.

* * *

"What do you mean? It wasn't good enough."

To be honest, one day was a real big disappointment.

To William Bacon, who called his masterpiece a disappointment, of course not.

"I was a frog in a well."

Even after making a masterpiece, he received this kind of evaluation. One day I was feeling a sense of shame.

Until now, he may have been trapped in a small well called Korea.

Only in Korea is the chef of Korean food, who has a good day.

Park Joo-hyuk of the oral fairy tale admitted it, and Choi Han-seok, Park Joo-hyuk's teacher, admitted it.

But in the world?

Made Fur Films, which dominates the world with cooking. And the producer, William Bacon.

From his perspective, was Haru seen as a "just that" chef, not a "really good" chef?

No, it doesn't matter. How he evaluated the day was not interested in the first place.

There's only one thing that matters. That William Bacon is not satisfied now.

Only that one was the problem.

That as a cook I couldn't make a dish that would satisfy my guest.

That was the problem of the day, and it's what's bothering him now.

"Taste? Oh, no! It tasted so good."

by the way

Bacon's answer was something very different from the day's expectations of the day."There's a burger place in New York that I really like. It's a place where people line up and eat for three hours...…. It was more delicious than the hamburger I had there. I mean it! I don't mix lies or exaggeration about cooking."

"Well, I'm sure you said that earlier. This isn't a New York burger."

"Oh, chef! That's a matter of course. Is this New York? How can I release the soul of Real New York in Korea?"

Since it was not New York, New York hamburgers could not be made anyway.

It's a pun, but on reflection it's not wrong.

I heard they sell pork and rice soup in Korean town in LA. Would it taste like Busan? That's ridiculous.

"Besides, Chef. How much is the meal here? As far as I know, it was about seven dollars."

"I don't know exactly what the exchange rate is, but yes. I think that's about it."

"If you order a set from that burger place in New York, you'll get $12.99. It's about twice as expensive. By the way. No matter how many times I think about it, I think the cost of this hamburger will be at least 4 dollars. And if we do all the labor costs and stuff."

"There's very little left. Yes, I know that."

"In fact, common sense, Chef. It's something a typical restaurant owner can never do. Don't restaurants basically have to pursue profit? We have to make money! Don't you think so?"

"That's... that's right."

The more we talked, the more I felt like I was being dragged into William's pace.

I couldn't guess what he was trying to say.

Are you trying to compliment or make a claim that it wasn't delicious.

But it wasn't long before he smirked at customers still rushing in from outside the restaurant that one day was found in that laugh.

I'm not satisfied. You really liked it.’

Very satisfied!

One day's cooking failed, but it succeeded.

"Actually, before I came here today, I had some interviews with regular customers here. But I heard that other restaurants serve high-quality food that you can never eat at 7 dollars.”

"Honestly... you're right. If there's any food I want to eat or food that customers want, I'm going to overdo it.”

"Do you know what I saw there, Chef?"

Boom!

Bacon, which hit the restaurant hard, jumped up like a spring.

One thing is for sure, he was excited. That's a lot.

Perhaps the reason was for a day.

"The chef is not the boss. It's literally a chef! It's not business, it's business, it's money, it's cooking, it's art on a plate."

"……I'm flattered."

He was humble, but one day he couldn't control the corners of his mouth that kept going up without knowing the ceiling was high.

I can't believe I'm getting this much praise from William Bacon!

I felt like I was dreaming. It felt really good. In addition

"And the person we're looking for at Made Fur Films is a chef like you. 99% of chefs are businessmen these days! I'm not trying to cook, I'm trying to make money. But you're not the boss. Cooking rather than money! Who knows how to see a guest as a real hand!"

"Right! I don't know who it is, but you're right. Our Haru boss is no joke.""I agree! There's no restaurant like this. By the way, who are you?”

As it happened, many university students were eating at restaurants, and many of them spoke English well.

Those who were eavesdropping on William's one-day conversation joined the atmosphere and ruled in favor of William.

And eventually.

"In that sense, I'd like to make a suggestion to the chef."

Having called Haru a chef, not a boss, he threw an offer.

An offer that a day can never refuse.