Cooking Genius With God

Tanaka's food evaluation ended faster than expected.

It was similar to always. It wasn't much different in the difference.

The judges were just talking about how they ate, and Tanaka's food was above average, as always.

Even if it's a pretty rough recipe, a little sloppy.

He was a skilled chef. The food was delicious. It was a matter of course.

But is it okay if the food is delicious? That's right. As long as it's

But it wasn't as good as a day's.

"I don't think I can give it to everyone because I only have two legs. If there's a part you like, I'll cut it for you."

"That's great. I like breast meat."

"I'm breast fat, too."

A day's big chicken was sliced without hesitation.

He had a lot of food to eat, but only two legs and two breasts, so he cut the other flesh well and gave it to one person.

Meanwhile, Ben was the first to preoccupy the big legs and thighs as if he had waited for the words that he really wanted to eat quickly.

Put sweet potatoes on a plate, put the chicken on top of them nicely, and sprinkle plenty of sauce.

How bad this combination can be. I even thought it would be really good to watch a day of cooking.

"Enjoy your meal."

Served the judges with plenty of food.

As soon as Ben received the dish, he smelled it strongly. He blew a hot breath of nose.

"Wow... this is so.”

"Do you like it?"

"I love chicken. I didn't say anything about fairness. But what should I say, it's so fantastic. No, you know what? There's everything we want from chicken."

Ben who smiles happily. Then, use a spoon to lift up the clear juice of the chicken and the sauce.

"A killer barbecue sauce with gravy."

It then pointed to the crispy ripe skin.

"Did the crispy chicken skin soak in the sauce very well?"

Finally, use a knife to split the chicken thighs.

After boiling it once even though it was baked, the thigh fat that had kept moisture was revealed.

"Lastly, moist thighs."

Churping.

Ben kept smacking his lips. He grinned as if it was meaningless to comment further.

"Don't you know this even if you haven't tried it? Juicy and Tender. That's all we want for chicken, right?”

"Calm down, let's eat and talk."

"Ahaha, right. That's right. Let's try it first. I can't stand it either."

Several judges gave Ben a look at Ben, who had a slightly severe reaction.

Ben, who scratched his head as if he was embarrassed, peeked at Tanaka.

Then he lifted a fork and knife, cut the food, and tasted it.

All the judges began judging the food of the day.

“…….”

Is it because Ben is talking too long and verbose, or because he really has nothing else to say.

Unlike the heat in the beginning. This time, those who are judging the day did not have very long lines.

There were small exclamations in between, but that's all.

Even Adam, who said a lot of good things in the semi-finals, shut up.

It's okay, anyway.

I would have been very embarrassed if it were usual.

I would be sweating, clenched in my fist and nervous, thinking, "Why are you so quiet?"

But the day now was just calm.

There's only one reason. There's no regret left.In the midst of an awkward silence, judges slowly began to put down their forks and knives.

Soon after, the evaluation was followed.

Some are calm, some are as usual, some seem a little excited.

Various reviews followed and soon became the last.

Adam, he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and opened it.

"I'm really serious. I didn't expect Chef Haru to make it to the finals."

"Yes, Judge Adam."

I felt as if I had been hit hard by my solar plexus.

Literally a fact bombing. The day paused for a while and soon regained stability.

To be honest, I was very surprised at first. But it soon got better.

I'm sure he does. Adam's eyes, talking to Haru, were eyes he'd seen a lot.

'However.'

Anyone else with that look always put this on.

I used to love twists and funny stories.

"But now I have to admit. I guess I've aged a lot, too. People's eyes fall like this."

The same was true of Adam. One day I felt comfortable somewhere familiar.

"No, he's still in good shape."

"No, I know my body best. I've aged a lot. My tongue is numb, and I cooked for the first time in a while yesterday...…. I wasn't satisfied. It was similar to what Chef Haru cooked. This is better."

"Thank you."

One day's is more delicious than what you cooked.

It was the best compliment a chef could get from someone in a higher position than himself.

That's what he meant. In other words, it meant that he could recognize the day's cooking to the point where he threw away all that pride.

No, I'm not throwing my pride away. It's nothing to be defeated.

I'm just admitting it.

"What did you have in mind when you cooked?”

"He said it was a warm dish. At the same time, he said it was a different topic from the beginning."

"Yes, I am. It's my own topic."

"The first 'warmness' was physical. A hot, steaming dish. That's what you meant. So in other words, warmth now is another meaning."

"That's right."

"That's why I thought... Intangible warmth, not physical warmth. As if we're saying it's cool after eating hot soup. I thought you were talking about a dish that would warm the heart of the eater."

"Well, then how did you solve it? We have five judges. Just as everyone has different tastes, the temperature of the taste will vary."

Taste temperature. That's what Adam said.

At first glance it seemed prying, but no one felt that way.

The conversation flowed as naturally as the spring breeze, and so did the answer of the day.

As if I'm talking about a script that's already prepared. There was no blockage in the words of the day.

There's only one reason.

"I don't know. That's why I did the best I could to make the warmest dish I ever felt. That's all."

Chicken baeksuk.

Haru is a dish that changed a man's life, and it killed him. It was also a dish that was kept alive.

If you leave out the three letters, you won't be able to describe Haru. One day I really thought so.

But chicken baeksuk is too simple. I just put the chicken in the water and boil it.

There's no time for finesse.

You can do it if you want to, but the moment you get out of that monotony, it becomes something else in the guise of chicken baeksuk.At least one day I thought so.

So I made something that wasn't totally chicken baeksuk.

I cooked chicken that fell into the water once, the most delicious way a chef named Lee Haru can do now, with the best heart, with all his heart.

Doing my best. That was how chef Lee Haru put his heart into cooking.

Some judges tilted their heads, saying they could not understand Haru well.

But Adam was not. He just looked into the eyes of the day and said.

"I don't think it's much time since the first time I saw you. You've improved so much. Different from day to day."

That he is a falling star, and what is in front of him is a small, young star about to come to mind.

"When I came to Grand Prix, I saw and learned a lot. I felt a lot of things. I tried to capture it as a dish, but I'm just glad it worked out."

"Don't say that. Not yet."

"…… not yet, that's not it."

Adam said with a big smile.

Come to think of it, I didn't remember much seeing him smile.

And as with most things, a person who didn't smile a lot would look really happy when he smiled.

Just like Adam is now.

"You'll have to learn more from me. If you're satisfied with just this much, you'll be in trouble.”

"Judge?!”

It's a very significant word. One day at a time, no. It was also something that everyone here could understand.

"It's not over yet, but in my heart it's over."

"Such..."

"I'll give you the highest I can give you. Of course, that doesn't mean your cooking is the best. But it was the best that the chef could do and it was the best for me."

"Come on, hold on! Can I do this? We haven't even announced the results yet! We didn't even score!"

Something even a bombshell wouldn't do.

Adam's words shaking the entire studio left some judges dazed.

And at that very moment, Giovanni sprang to his feet.

She tried to nitpick at Adam, but as soon as she met his eyes, she turned to Bacon.

Can I do this? Something's wrong with this. Isn't there an order to things?

Saying these things, no matter what Giovanni says.

Bacon, who smiled her eyes off lightly, said a word as if nothing had happened.

Her ponytail hair fluttered wildly and her face turned red.

"I understand what you're trying to say, Judge Geovana. Yeah... well, you're right. It's out of order. It's not even over yet, and Adam was the only one who said this."

"I know! That's exactly what I'm saying. Isn't Mr. Bacon in charge of this competition? But you've been ignoring the original schedule for a while ago. Now you're just going to do whatever you want?”

"Yes, that's true. I apologize. Honestly, I pushed the date and even the subject without any notice in this important final. I understand."

"Then do something! Now this makes sense...…!”

"That's exactly what I'm saying. "Mr. Giovanni."

Bacon, who was taking Giovanni's words with his eyes half closed, soon raised his right hand loudly.

The excited Giovanni hesitated and dug into the gap."Do you think you deserve to say this now?"

I plugged in the dagger.