Cooking Genius With God

"Chef Choi Han-seok! Chef Choi Hanseok! Look at this, we passed the document screening!"

A few days later.

Haru, who was reading a new e-mail carefully, was so excited that he found Choi Han-seok.

Choi Han-seok, who read the mail that Haru showed with a sullen face, smiled softly.

Isn't that obvious? It's nothing else, but the chief chef of oral fairy tales applied for it, so if you fail, that's a problem!

"Even so. Isn't it always nice to be on the screen? Don't you think so?"

Yeah, yeah. I like everything if you like it a day. So what are we supposed to do now?

"As it says here……. We can meet at COEX in four days. I heard you introduce your own dishes and arrange your seats."

It's a normal orientation. It's a good one.

The event was held at COEX, one of the largest festivals in Korea, so the scale was considerable, but the atmosphere seemed quite comfortable because it was for young people.

There was still a little time left, so I thought I could decide what to cook in there.

"What should I make? Since it's a global cooking festival, I can cook something other than Korean food, right?”

That's good too, but I think it's better to push with Korean food. Why? It's cool. The best-selling Korean food among overseas foods! Oh my god!

"Kkk, by the way."

I'm just kidding. Hmm, yeah. What would be good?

Two people who put their heads together and think.

Like children who came to the amusement park for the first time in their life, happy worries continued.

I've never done a food truck for a day.

So far, I've been working under someone as an employee, so I was so excited to be the owner of a store, even though it's small.

"Japanese food and Western food are the most popular. Yakisobara or cube steak."

That's true. They're foods that were originally made for on-road sales. It doesn't take a lot of ingredients, it's easy to make...….

"Or a lobster with a little extra cheese and a lot of chili sauce. I think it would be nice to move to the East and do Padtai, Quesadia, and so on."

Normally, only similar food trucks come out. Certainly, as you said, there must be a merit to cooking unusual food every day.

"But personally, I'm kind of craving special dishes such as hormone yaki, skewers, and stir-fried dishes. Oh! How about dessert? I've never done it before, but I'm sure it'll be fun!"

There was only one menu available for sale, but there were plenty of dishes I wanted to make.

Choi Han-seok, who was looking at him happily, implied that the day was exciting like a child who came to the amusement park for the first time.

Let's go grocery shopping instead. Let's do it one by one. Wouldn't that be a rough decision?

"Gasp, that' It would be best to try it yourself, just like the chef said!"

Yeah, yeah. I like everything if our day is good.

One day, he dragged Choi Han-seok to the mart and swept the ingredients.

And I've been cooking all over the world all night.

At the time of sunrise after dawn, Choi Han-seok murmured quietly as he watched a day of cooking without showing any signs of difficulty.I used to be like that. I don't know how they look so alike.

A pleased smile was drawn around his mouth.

* * *

With such excitement, Haru and Choi Han-seok headed to COEX in Gangnam on time.

When I went upstairs, there was a large auditorium with a banner called "Youth Cooperative, Co-hosting COEX."

About 40 young men gathered in it.

All of them, like Haru, were participating in the event as food truck bosses.

"Should I sit here...…?”

There was no one to guide me, so one day I took any seat and sat down.

But the atmosphere was a little strange.

There were a few people whispering. Intentionally glancing at the day.

The name of the day was heard faintly in their murmur.

"Hey, is that him? Did you work at a Michelin restaurant?”

"I guess so. It looks just like the picture of the article you sent me."

"By the way, it's absolutely ridiculous. What's so good about being a Michelin chef? You're going to slaughter the people, are you kidding.

"Maybe he's doing that to see us screw up. Why, you said the same thing. Michelin restaurant chefs are all rich and snobbish. I envy you for being born with a golden spoon in your mouth."

Not a friendly atmosphere and tone at first sight.

Choi Han-seok and Haru's eyes slowly narrowed when they noticed something was going on.

Haru, as you may have noticed, there's one guy who's been saying weird things about us.

'I know. Sigh...…. You don't know anything.'

I don't know who spread the rumor, but they were all slightly wrong.

Not only was Haru here to look down on other chefs, but Haru was not born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

In terms of spoon and chopsticks, it was more like mud than any other soil.

I lost my parents, grew up in an orphanage, worked part-time at a restaurant all my life, and only got a chance to talk about it.

But those who didn't know anything about it, they were united with malice that had nowhere to go.

One day I waited silently, trying not to care about them as much as I could.

After a while, two people with name tags began to enter from behind the chairman.

A middle-aged man who looks like a toad in his late forties, vaguely thought to resemble a toad, and his subordinate.

Both of them seemed to be members of the Youth Cooperative based on the name tag.

"We welcome all the young bosses here today. I'm Jeon Jae-hyung, the manager who will help you before this event. I look forward to your kind cooperation."

Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!

When Jeon Jae-hyung bowed, applause burst out from the audience.

Most clapped in a perfunctory way, but as hard as those who gossiped about the day earlier, they clapped their hands from the bottom of their hearts.

I want to look good to him, in such a tinged manner.

"Sigh... I have a bad feeling about this. Don't you think so?"

Don't say that. It happens all the time, in words.

A day where you murmur with a slightly tired face and uncomfortable atmosphere and situations.

However, my heart was still fluttering.

There are a few people who speak ill of themselves, but they're not interfering with their business.

Then you didn't have to go out and fight.I avoid poo because it's dirty, not because I'm scared.

Chef Choi Han-seok also thought similar to Haru, saying let's just stay if everything's okay.

However, was that so, too?

By the time the orientation, which had been going smoothly, entered the highlight, one thing happened.

"Well, let's wrap up the rough description of the event. Then I'll tell you where to sit at the venue where the young bosses will do business."

When the toad manager noticed, his subordinate handed over the PowerPoint to the next page.

The layout of the seats that will be revealed soon.

Starting with the entrance to the venue, there were seats with the names of the people in charge of each food truck to the back.

"……Huh?"

Wait. Haru, what's that?

But something was off.

Whatever went wrong was very, very wrong.

The "It to Seoul" deliberately decided to place food trucks for visitors.

Sushi, ramen, jjamppong, etc. Stimulating and likely to be a meal. At the beginning.

Desserts such as macaroons, handmade ades and cakes were placed later in the hall.

This is a consideration for visitors to the festival so that they can eat things that can be eaten at first and taste desserts naturally as they go inside.

But with that intention, the one-day truck had to be in the middle, if not the beginning of the chairman's

Haru and Choi Hanseok prepared okonomiyaki.

Okonomiyaki is a Japanese mung bean pancake-like food, which came from a day's opinion that we should try something other than Korean food since we have been making Korean food.

In fact, Okonomiyaki was popular among young people.

But the one-day food truck was placed near the end of the hall.

There is a macaron store next to it and a handmade brownie store in front of it.

Selling ordinary dishes in such a place full of dessert shops?

It was nonsense.

"Excuse me, hey! Hold on. Chief, I think the arrangement is a little off."

Eventually, the unbearable day jumped to its feet and asked.

Jeon Jae-hyung, the toad manager, laughed as if he had taken the bait.

"What do you mean, the layout is weird?”

"My food truck. It's stuck between dessert shops. Okonomiyaki is a salty meal as a substitute, shouldn't you put it in the back like that?"

"Oh...." It's been arranged, so it's a little ambiguous. I think you can understand this much."

"What? What do you mean I understand? I don't think this makes any sense, though."

One day, I couldn't understand what Jeon Jae-hyung said at all.

I don't want you to understand?

If you're going to say that to someone, shouldn't you explain it to some extent so that they can understand?

However, there was no consideration for what the chief said.

It's just that we're ambiguous, you understand one day.

In addition

"And, Mr. Haru. No, isn't Chef Haru's experience splendid? Word of mouth story. I heard you worked at Michelin Three Star Restaurant for a long time. The Michelin booklet came out big this time. Don't you think so?"

"That's true, but what the hell does my career have to do with that arrangement...….”

"I mean, could you please give up your seat to our troubled young people? Chef Lee Haru. Won't you?""No, what the...….”

It was a piece of work.

Forced, I was speechless.

Haru, let's stop and sit down. You know that. People like that don't listen by talking.

As the irritated day was so excited that he tried to shout, Choi Han-seok politely stopped him.

My head went cold when I met his eyes.

'Yes, you provoked me on purpose. There's nothing in it for me to do with that kind of rhythm.

In the end, Choi Han-seok was right. There's no reason to walk into a trap that the enemy has dug.

However, that did not mean that Choi was not angry.

Rather, he was much angrier than Haru, the party involved.

I was literally staring at him like I was literally going to kill him.

"Whoo... ..okay. I see."

"Thank you for your consideration, Chef Haru."

Haru sat down, saying yes, and the section chief smiled satisfactorily.

Not to mention that the murmur of others gathered in the chairman has intensified.

But those words didn't sound a bit to Haru.

So, what do we do now? We can't just sit here and do this.’

Of course, of course. I rather like it. It's more fun. Don't you think, Haru? Don't worry about it. With you and me, there's no losing about cooking.

Haru and Choi Han-seok put their heads together seriously.

Even if I had to change everything I had prepared a little bit, I was going to press their noses very hard.

"Yes, it's rather a good thing."

The orientation continued without caring about such a day.

The next step after the announcement is for people to come forward one by one and present their cooking genres and approximate dishes.

When some people stepped up and finished the presentation, it was their turn for the day.

In fact, everyone knew the menu of the day.

Japanese food, okonomiyaki.

As the day walked onto the podium, everyone's eyes were on it.

Let's do that, okay?

'Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Let's go with the chef's idea.’

Haru spoke confidently, ignoring the gaze being shot.

"Hello, I'm Haru. I originally prepared Japanese food...…. I'd like to change it. I'm thinking of changing the game to Korean food."

"Ha, Korean food? At the World Food Festival?"

Once again, the crowd was in turmoil.

Participating in the "It to Seoul" festival, where various foods from around the world gather, was like suicide.

Who would pay so far to come in and eat Korean food that is boring?

Therefore, most of the people gathered looked at the day with strange eyes.

But this was not the end.

Haru threw a nuclear bomb with a calm look on his face.

"And the menu is pork belly. It's sour kimchi pork belly."

What do you mean pork belly?

Isn't that crazy.

Aren't you being too proud to be a Korean food chef?

These words came out from all over the place.

But one day, I'm just indifferent as if I knew this would happen.

Like Choi Han-seok, he opened his mouth with a confident look.

"Well, I'll see you at the festival in a few weeks."

* * *

And after a while.

On the day of the 'It to Seoul' festival.

Hours before the festival began, people who were preparing to cook came to the venue and snooped inside the street once.

Surprised and amazed expression.

'This is my lethal move. This is it, right?Of course, dude! Trust me. People who come here can't get enough of your food without trying it once!

There was a day where such people's eyes were focused.

Even though they were selling pork belly, there was no grill in Haru's food truck.

There was a fireball, but there was something huge up there that could not be seen anywhere else in the truck.

A big round piece of metal.

It was called a cauldron.

"What the hell is that...….”

Manager Jeon Jae-hyung's eyes were round when he came out to inspect whether preparations were going well.