Cooking Genius With God

Clattering, clattering.

Tap tap tap tap!

Sizzling, sizzling!

9 p.m.

Inside the food truck of the day, which turned into a "warm day," there was a hectic cooking sound.

It was a daily appearance for Haru, but today the smell was clearly unique.

It was a little different from the smell of food on the street at night at this time.

There was a salty smell mixed between the smell of clean and clear oil.

We decided to make handmade chicken Gangjeong today!

I was going to make two versions of fried chicken and seasoned chicken, which were trimmed by Haru himself.

It was Chicken Gangjeong that came to mind when I was thinking about what would be good for a snack bar and rarely liked.

There are few people who don't like chicken, and it was fantastic to have beer or somaek as a side dish.

There was nothing more certain than a sip of chicken and a gulp of carbonated beer.

There is a saying that chi-maek is the truth of life.

"You know, I love this sizzling sound when you fry something? It sounds like it's raining. Shoot. Don't you think so?”

Season chicken meat with salt, pepper, garlic, and red pepper powder lightly and marinate in milk.

After that, just coat it with frying cloth and fry it well with clean cooking oil.

Choi Han-seok looked at the day when he was frying chicken gangjeong at a unique incredible speed.

You're amazing, too. I took a shower with oil while grilling a bag of short rib patties. You didn't get tired of it?

By now, it would smell like oil just by breathing completely.

One day, however, he spoke confidently as if it were a matter of course.

"There's nothing in the world more delicious than fried food. There's a reason why you said it's delicious even if you fry shoes, right? And I just enjoy cooking in itself. And that's what I want to cook!"

I just do it because it's fun.

At the end of such a day, Choi Han-seok smiled and stuck out his tongue.

Yeah, I'm glad it's you. Well, if you're a student of Choi Han-seok, you should!

"The chef has to enjoy it so that the people who eat can enjoy it.”

Choi Han-seok nods his head saying that's what I wanted to say.

As the chicken, which was prepared in consideration of other ghosts who decided to come, was fried enough for about 15 people, the day began to make the sauce.

Some people don't like fried food, so I'm thinking of making it half-and-half chicken just in case.

Making the sauce wasn't that difficult either.

For your information, seasoned chicken sauce was advised by Choi Han-seok.

The secret recipe I used in the early days of oral fairy tales?

First of all, the core of this sauce is peppers. It's not just regular peppers. It's Vietnamese peppers.

"If it's Vietnamese pepper...Do you mean that tiny, super spicy pepper?"

That's right! It's called dried red pepper. There's an old saying that small peppers are spicy, and it's really small, but it's also incredibly spicy and sweet. It goes well with chicken.

Usually, when making seasoned chicken sauce, regular red pepper powder is used.

It was a curious recipe from the start.

Anyway, this is how it was made.

"First of all, put plenty of cooking oil on the frying pan and stir-fry chili powder, right?”

It contains enough chili seeds, and about three spoons of shredded Vietnamese chili powder.It contains soy sauce, minced garlic, ketchup, pepper and a little peculiarly lemon juice.

If you add lemon juice, it suppresses too much spicy taste and adds freshness?

As expected, Choi Han-seok's recipe had a strong fusion feeling.

Whoops!

As the ingredients were stir-fried, the spicy scent came up with white smoke.

He continued cooking, trying to resist coughing.

All you have to do is pour a lot of starch syrup here. That's it.

You have to put more starch syrup than you think.

It's almost half of a cup.

That's how much we need to add to the sticky and sweet taste of the seasoned chicken sauce we know most of the time.

Drop, flip, flip!

Add starch syrup and stir well, boiling it gently.

It's a sauce that was completed in no time at all.

The spicy smell was very good, and when I tried to dip it in my little finger, the middle of my forehead moved automatically.

"Wow! It tastes really luxurious.”

There aren't many ingredients in it. Kkk, that's what Choi Han-seok is capable of!

I just paid a little attention to red pepper powder, but it tasted really luxurious.

It's incomparable to the sauce that is usually ordered.

Maybe it's because I made it myself, but I even felt attached to it.

Put half of the fried chicken in the sauce and stir-fry it over high heat.

The sauce stuck between the comb-patterned fried grains, and the appetizing red seasoned chicken gangjeong was made in a blink of an eye to form a shallow hill.

"This is the end of the day!"

I can't wait to eat it. Oh, my mouth is watering already. I know the taste, so I want to eat more!

Choi Han-seok drooled and looked at the completed chicken gangjeongs.

Ghosts, including him, have no choice but to wait because they have to wait until 12 o'clock when the door opens.

It was also 12 o'clock when the "warm day" cart bar business began in earnest.

Today, however, we had a customer even before we started our business.

Boss, are you there?

A somewhat familiar-looking man in a suit.

Fortunately, he wasn't the gangster who came to visit yesterday. Because my face is fluffy.

"Mr. Turtle, you're early."

I promised you yesterday. I'll help my kids when they come. I don't know when the kids will come, so I just came early.

I'm glad you kept your promise. It's very fast.

If you're not quick, you can't be a gangster. Is it a little harder than the military? Ha ha!

A furry man who scratched the back of his head and responded to Choi Han-seok's words.

Although it was said to be a ghost, it was certainly reassuring to have him as the head of Baekbeompa.

By the way, is today's food sweet and sour chicken? I can't smell it, but it looks amazing.

"Oh, right. I've prepared two kinds, fried and seasoned, but I'm not sure if you'll like it."

It looks very appetizing to me. Besides, how many Koreans don't like sweet and sour chicken? The same goes for the stir-fried spicy pork last time, and the chicken gangjeong this time...…. Mr. Haru's cooking skills are amazing!

"What? It's all thanks to Chef Choi Han-seok."

It was a day when Choi Han-seok was given the ball, but he couldn't hide his smile that was in full bloom.

Choi Han-seok scolded me for complimenting me so much without even trying it, but he also seemed to like the dish made today.Around 11 p.m. ahead of midnight.

Choi Han-seok and Haru, who had finished preparing for the business, were waiting with a nervous look, and a furbo, who was hovering outside the cart, rushed in when he found something.

Mr. Haru is here. Hyukjoo is right.

"What do you call a "reform"...…. Are you talking about the person who came to our store yesterday?”

Yes, a bumpy body, a big mole on the left eye. Hyukjoo was the only friend in our organization. I know him well because he used to be like my right hand.

"So what am I supposed to do? They're probably going to ask me to pay for it again today."

I thought about it a little bit, and I think it would be best to make a decision that CEO Haru was my friend. I'll tell you something, so you just have to tell Hyuk-joo exactly what it is, yes.

"I get it for now."

I nodded calmly, but to be honest I was nervous.

But I'm still a gangster.

Perhaps it was rehabilitation after he died, and somehow, the head of the Baekbeom faction, Tulbo, looked quite nice.

But Hyuk-joo, a thug, threatened and even went berserk yesterday, could never let his guard down.

"Hey, boss! I'm back again. I told you yesterday, didn't I? Yes?"

A moment later, the cover of the cart bar swung up and a bumpy figure appeared.

In a disheveled suit, a face that looks angry somewhere.

I put my rock fist down in front of the stall stand and stared at the day.

"Didn't you say. If you pay for the protection, we'll protect you from the Baekbeom faction. I'm a furry boy. I don't know if you know this, but a furry man keeps his word."

"Ahaha... that's the thing."

This time again, a gangster who introduces himself as hairy.

When Choi Han-seok gave a hint, a real furry standing blankly looking at such a gangster whispered to Haru.

I don't know what happened, but let's say I know the original name. Hyukjoo. And then I was actually close to him. I think that's how it works.

He's a hairy man who tells me to pretend to know.

Honestly, I was suspicious, but I couldn't help it because I decided to trust him.

Haru asked the gangster, who was flaring his eyes to answer quickly, in a voice as finite as possible.

It sounds like I met my classmate when I was in middle school while walking down the street.

"Well, that's true. You look familiar to me. By any chance... Hyukjoo?"

"What, do you know my name?"

The reaction came back faster than I thought.

I could still feel my voice shaking, even though I still spoke informally.

You must have been surprised by your real name.

One day I thought it was, I kept saying.

"Of course I know. Baekbeom's furry brother and I are close. We used to be friends with each other. Yes."

"Really? Well, I think it's true that I know the name of the hairy brother. No, but being a brother to our furry brother...…, by the way."

Hyuk-joo patted her chin with her fingers as if she had not completely cleared her doubts yet.

I tend to pretend to be fine on the surface, but I'm also a little worried about the day.

When Choi Han-seok looked at the furry and shed his eyes, he agonized for a while and whispered something in Haru's ear.

A moment of pauses recited exactly what he said."Of course. Oh, by the way. Hyukjoo, how is your wife? Why, I heard that there was a big car accident before from Mr. Furbo.”

A story about the wife of revolution.

At that one word, the suspicious eyes of the revolutionary were completely toned down.

He was not the only one.

He took a few steps back, and suddenly he bowed down to greet.

"I'm sorry I misjudged you, boss! I mistook your brother's friend and made a mistake! As the current head of the Baekbeom faction...…. I apologize from the bottom of my heart! I'm sorry, boss!"

The effect was much better than I thought.

A day of bewilderment raised the revolution.

"It's okay. Just get up. 'Cause it's really okay.

"I owe you so much. In the past, when my wife was hospitalized because her limbs were broken in a car accident, I didn't have money to pay for the surgery, but my eldest brother paid me a lot of money and told me to take care of my wife. If it wasn't for you, my wife and I would have...….”

Hyuk-joo's eyes, who was saying so with a red face, were instantly moistened with excitement.

He was a scary gangster until just now, but now he's changed so suddenly.

As the puzzled day calmed him down, Choi Han-seok, who was watching the scene, snapped at the furry.

You didn't just do bad things in your life, did you?

The Baekbeom kids were like a family to me. I tried my best to take care of him. Of course, that doesn't wash away the sins you've committed in your life, but anyway...…. It's nice to see Hyukjoo again. You've become the boss.

Furbo looked at such Hyuk-ju with a dark look.

From his point of view, it felt like meeting a family that he hadn't seen in years again.

Hyuk-joo jumped to her feet, saying she was sorry for showing this soon.

"Once again, I apologize. I didn't know he was my friend. We'll take responsibility and protect you from now on. We, the Baekbeom faction, will treat you with all our heart."

"It's okay. It's okay. You don't have to do that. By the way...….”

After the situation calms down to a certain extent.

Haru glanced at the furry behind him.

As the furry father said, his eyes and Hyuk-ju's eyes were quite similar.

Like really a son and a father.

His eyes looked like he still had a lot of things to say and things to hear.

Then there's nothing we can do.

Haru, who thought so, smiled and asked Hyuk-joo.

"By the way. Hyukjoo, have you eaten yet?”

"What? You mean the meal? No, I haven't eaten yet.….”

"Then eat while you're at it. I made some sweet and sour chicken today. White rice with sweet chicken, how about it?"

"Well, boss. I... I mean...….”

Hyuk-ju's gaze continued to go back and forth between Haru and the Chicken Gangjeong, which lay next to him.

I put it on the electric pan and kept it warm, so the smell came out.

It was such a fascinating delicious aroma that anyone who knew this taste could not pass up.

"One bowl, please."

Gulp-!

Hyuk-joo swallowed his saliva unconsciously.