Cooking Genius With God

Slurp, slurp.

I guess it was all thanks to your expectations.

Aiko and her husband were the first to taste the soup bowl containing miso seaweed soup.

Unlike Korea, which uses spoon to scoop soup, Japan holds rice bowls and soup bowls by hand, takes them near its mouth and eats them like chopsticks.

In the past, there was a dispute in each country even with such table manners, but I personally thought it was just a culture of each country that was nothing special.

One unique thing was that the two ate seaweed soup with spoons and chopsticks, and this seaweed miso miso soup was slurped in Japanese style.

Does it mean that Korean food is eaten in Korean style and Japanese food is eaten in Japanese style? I thought something was appropriate.

Aiko, who had taken a few bites in a row to see if the taste was good, smiled softly around her mouth.

"Oh... It's sweet."

Yes, it was sweet.

It was not a word from miso soup, but Miso was different.

Miso soybean paste was basically sweeter than Korean traditional soybean paste.

Of course, one day I cooked it well. Fortunately, it seemed to have hit Aiko's taste buds.

"Really, it's sweet. Wow. It tastes just like what I ate in Japan!"

"My boss' cooking skills surprise me every time I come and eat them. Really, I've never had miso soup this delicious in Korea. I didn't think I could try it.”

If I were to compare Aiko's feelings, would it be like this?

If you've been abroad for a while, you'll know, but there are times when you miss things like kimchi stew and rice soup if you can't deceive Korean blood.

When I first went to the U.S. for training, I went to a Korean pork belly restaurant to eat my first meal as soon as I got off the plane.

However, no matter how many Korean restaurants you visit overseas, it doesn't taste like that.

There is simply a problem with chefs, but crucially, the ingredients used in the country are very different.

The variety of vegetables, the type of intestines, the quality of oil...…. Each of these details changes greatly.

One day, however, he used miso, which he had imported directly from Japan, even if he spent a little money.

Since it was a dish that didn't have much ingredients, it tasted good if you just cared about it.

"Thank you. Every time you say that, I feel like working."

"Me, too. Me, too."

"You, too?"

"Why, people do that. Whenever I feel happy after eating delicious food, I think it's fun to live again. I don't know what it's like to live."

"Oh, that's my wife's quote!"

Before I knew it, the two people emptied the miso soup.

Yumi prepared a bowl of Aikone, and the Aikone couple's main dish, katsu-dong. I was eating rice topped with pork cutlet.

Munching on a bowl of rice, he says so with a happy smile around his mouth.

I wondered if the taste of their lives was the taste of pork cutlet rice.

My husband, who emptied more than half of the rice in an instant, put down the bowl pleasantly.

He smiled alternately at his wife's belly and face, apparently bulge than yesterday, and soon asked cautiously.

"I'm glad you moved in, Aiko, right?

"Honey, I think you're right. The neighborhood is cleaner. People are nice. And there's such a great store."

"Let's just forget what happened there. I know it's not easy, of course, but, uh? Drink it like miso soup. I'll work harder, honey, just take a rest and take care of yourself.""Still... I'm sorry and worried. We don't have enough, honey, and we keep working too hard. I'm really fine, so just a call center or something."

"No, no. Don't say that. Then I'm sad. I can do this. We're supposed to start over. I mean... Trust me. I beg you."

I don't know what, but it seemed like an important story.

Haru and Yumi took a step back in a sensible way.

I wonder what the store owner would do if the customers were talking about something serious.

Of course, my ears were ringing. I pretended to organize my surroundings and listened to the story.

'I heard you moved in...What happened where you used to live?’

I don't think it was a good thing. I think you moved in like you're running away. I don't think you two were well off."

You two looked so happy from the start, so I thought you'd be rich. It's a prejudice, too.

It was a day when I felt ashamed for some reason.

The husband held Aiko's hand lightly and talked. Her gaze gradually went down and became downward.

"Then you're working your best, so I'll do the same. You always read good books to your child. If I was born, I would raise it the hardest in the world...…. They'll make us happier than us.”

"Yes, you should. I have to work hard, too. So later, with my baby, the three of us will come to eat in heaven. 'Cause that's the way it should be.'

"Then hurry up and eat and go in. That's what the boss said, honey. We have to go to the site at dawn again. I'm sorry for being stubborn today. I don't even have time to rest at dawn.”

"No! Don't say that. Eating delicious food with my baby and honey is resting. Isn't that right?"

And a husband who laughs nicely.

Once again, Aiko slurped down the miso seaweed soup that Yumi had refilled.

"I hope it's not happiness like Marvorossi.”

"……Hmm?"

At the very moment, I felt a day.

First, the spice bottle that he had put in his apron pocket vibrated a little.

I could tell without having to take it out. That it has just completed the request of the underworld.

The spice bottle would certainly have been a little more full. I could feel it.

But there was something much more important than that.

Of course it could be a misjudgment of his own, but one day I saw something in Aiko's eyes.

It's like walking alone in a very dense mountain.

A grayish city or gaze as if the asphalt had been removed. To put it simply, a strong sense of depression.

'What? Why?'

To be honest, I was a little embarrassed. Until now, we've only been happy together, and we've only said that.

Suddenly, even that, as soon as Yeom-ra's request was completed, there was a big depression.

There have been several guests who have shown Haru such sad eyes.

But they were all ghost guests. For a moment, something popped into my mind of the day.

'No way.'

At first, I wondered what Yeomra meant. But now I think I know a little bit.

Did he think something similar to Haru? Yumi asked as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, I think I've heard that word a lot. Marborossi, what did you mean?""Oh...." It's a word that I use quite often in Japan. It's like a dream. I can see it in front of me, and it disappears when I try to catch it."

Dream, welcome, the word Mavorossi meant it.

At the same time, it was Aiko's personal favorite word. The reason was simple. It has both sides.

That's just the way it is. It's an endless good meaning, but it's also an endless bad meaning.

Aiko thought it was like miso soup.

If you leave it alone, the soybean paste will all subside, so you have to stir it and eat it. As soon as you stir it with chopsticks, it will be all loose and disappear.

It was similar to the situation between the two.

The husband held her hand a little tighter.

"Don't worry. It will be a dream that I can catch this time. Honey, your face got brighter after moving in, didn't The number of crying decreased a lot. We're getting better. Definitely."

"……thank you. For saying that."

"Let me know if there's anything you want to eat like tonight. I'll do something about it. Honey, are you feeling it? It's better than closing the door and staring out the window blankly."

"That's right. I think so. It's a restaurant I want to come to often."

Aiko smiled at her husband's face, feeling a little desperate.

I thought it looked a little brighter than the smile I showed when I first entered the restaurant.

The two soon emptied all the heaven meals given by the day without leaving a single grain of rice.

Before leaving the restaurant after paying, Aiko asked carefully.

"If you don't mind, do you often have Japanese food in this restaurant?”

"Because Koreans love Japanese food. I've been doing it about once a week or two.…. I need to increase the frequency a little. Please write down what you want to eat. I'll make it for you next week."

"I'm... ..then can I ask you for miso soup again?”

"You don't need another menu?”

"Yes, just, I'd like to taste it again."

"Then please come back next week. I'll make it delicious."

"Thank you, boss."

"Good meal! Thank you for your late night effort!"

Aiko, who bowed her head, and her husband, who almost bowed down, thanked her and left.

On the way home, the husband held his wife's hand tightly. Like I don't want to let go.

I don't know exactly what happened to the two of them.

It wasn't something a day should ask until the customer told me, and there was no reason to ask.

Like it's the same for ghosts.

But there was a conclusion that came from a sense of cook and restaurant owner.

Life in this neighborhood must be delicious. Our Haru cooked it for us.

"That's a good thing. Miso soup. How pretty is it? I feel like I'm going to smile. So did Mr. Aiko."

Good job. How do you think we get better at entertaining and cooking? I was a little worried, to be honest. They looked like they were having a hard time. Still... I think I definitely gained strength thanks to you.

Why, there is no such saying. I wanted to die because I was depressed, but I still want to eat tteokbokki, a regular street vendor sold outside my house.

If Haru can be such a tteokbokki seller to someone.

It's perhaps the greatest honor you can do as a restaurant owner.Even if it's just happiness like Mavorossi, what does it matter.

If you come back next week, there will be a hot miso soup waiting for you. That's enough.

Besides, a child will be born soon. Then wouldn't the child be a more certain happiness?

He will be a good son because he is the one who has been regarded by the King of the Underworld.

"Certainly, I'm done with one."

Haru took the spice bottle out of his pocket. I've got a guy in the cupboard that's definitely twice as good as he used to be.

It wasn't long before ghosts came.