Cooking Genius With God

White rice in Dakgangjeong.

This combination may be a little unfamiliar, but come to think of it, everyone must have eaten it several times as a school lunch when they were students.

Pour sesame oil on the steaming white rice, and put the salty seasoned chicken gangjeong in one bite.

It's a classic combination of meat and rice, so it can't be bad for now.

Would you like a glass of soju with it?

"Wow!"

Hyuk-joo emptied the soju cup with a satisfied look in the world.

There was a taste here that you can hardly taste in ordinary street stalls.

Alcohol and rice continued to go in because the sweet and sour mouth couldn't fit so well after emptying soju.

"Do you like the taste?"

"It's not enough. Go away, franchise chicken restaurant! I'm telling you, I would have regretted it for the rest of my life if I didn't eat and just left. The boss' cooking skills are amazing."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I made enough, so please eat a lot."

"I'm actually from Incheon. Incheon is famous for its sweet and sour chicken. I live near Sinpo Market, so I used to eat a lot of dakgangjeong since I was young. It reminds me of that time."

"It's a food of old memories. I'm glad it's a perfect coincidence.”

"I'm telling you, then I'll be there in a little while. I have to go to other kids."

I came out to collect money anyway, so it's okay for a few hours, but I have to go back before 1 o'clock.

It was time for ghosts to come around that time, so it was just right.

When Haru nodded, saying so, Hyuk-ju bowed her head.

Soon, his soju bottle was over and his bowl was almost empty.

Furbo, who was looking at Hyuk-ju, who was drinking alcohol, with pleased and dark eyes, asked Haru carefully.

Excuse me, Mr. Haru. If you don't mind, could you ask Hyukjoo one question? Why are you telling me to rob your name and what's going on with the organization now...….

I can feel the sorrow in my voice.

The furry said he treated the people of the organization as if they were his family, so he seemed curious about the recent state of Hyuk-ju, who was the most devoted among them.

I was curious, too. Haru, what do you think? Shall we do something for him?

'Well... it's not rocket science.’

Choi Han-seok glanced at the furry and shed his eyes.

But it was not a cold stare.

Choi Han-seok also had a similar past as a hairy man, so I sympathized with him a little bit.

One difference is that Choi Han-seok completely let go of Park Joo-hyuk, who treated him like a child, but not yet?

One day when he answered yes, he asked Hyuk-joo, who had a red face, if he was drunk.

"Well, Hyuk-joo. Then can I ask you a question?”

"Of course! Say anything, boss."

"I've been wondering why Hyuk-joo uses the name of fur...… and I was wondering how the Baekbeom faction is doing these days.”

"Oh, that's what I mean. Boss."

Was it also a sensitive story?

There was a shadow on Hyuk-ju's face, who maintained a bright expression even though it was a little hard.

After drinking the last glass of soju, he opened his mouth staring at the iron plate of the cart bar.

"Since the sudden death of the leader of the organization, the organization has been shaken greatly. He was like the father of Baekbeompa. During the funeral...…. Everyone was crying like crazy.""A man like a father...….”

"At the end of the funeral, someone said. Shouldn't the rest of us honor our hairy brother? That's why everyone started calling themselves furbos. I feel the same here.”

"You started calling each other "hairy"?”

"Yes, that's right, boss. We have 24 members left. So I'm the boss, and I'm a hairy man, and I'm 24 years old.…. That's what they call it."

It was a day when I was completely immersed in the fact that everyone was sad after the loss of the furry, which was like the father of the organization, but I couldn't help but tilt my head when I started calling everyone's name as furry.

No matter how sad I was and wanted to keep him in memory, I can't believe the names of the gang members recognized by Noryangjin are furry.

Furbo, who was listening to Hyuk-ju's story as well, said, scratching his head, perhaps a little awkward.

I heard that our Baekbeom group has a lot of charms that are ignorant and simple.

Simply put, they're just ignorant friends.

-Ahaha... well, yes. Still, they are good kids at heart...….

At this point, I was beginning to wonder.

What on earth was the furry man like to the Baekbeom gang members, and he honored his vacancy to this extent.

Once I started talking, did things that had been left unattended begin to leak out little by little?

The drunken Hyuk-joo slowly began to bring up stories about the Baekbeom faction.

"Well, our Baekbeom faction is past it. A lot of organizations have died across the country, and a lot of them have collapsed with the death of Brother Furbo."

I picked up the almost finished chicken gangjeong with chopsticks and chewed it for a while.

After a moment of contemplation, he looked at the day and spoke in a small voice.

"Of course it's my mistake to be boss now…Some of the kids in my organization want to go back to their hometowns. They're all from all over the country, so they want to shake their hands.”

"You want to shake your hands? You want to stop being a gangster?”

"That's right. Of course, everyone wants to cheer up, but in fact, I want to disband the organization. They are still young and could have done more rewarding things elsewhere...….”

Haru and Choi Han-seok's unimaginable words came out one after another.

The real heart of innovation, which became the next leader of the Baekbeom faction.

It was none other than wanting to disband the white-collar faction.

At the moment when Haru, who was surprised, was thinking about how to answer, Teolbo shuddered.

Hyuk-joo, that kind of...….

Her eyes are shaking.

Choi Han-seok, who was not sure, asked him.

Did you remember HAN?

-Well, that'sir. I think I remember. With the old memories that I forgot...….

As if confused, the furry faltered.

Choi Han-seok ran quickly and helped him calm down.

He also had a similar grudge as a hairy man, so he knew well what a hairy man's mind would be like now.

One day was not difficult to infer what such a furry grudge was.

'To want to disband the organization. That was Mr. Furbo's resentment.’

A boss called the father of an organization is the dissolution of the organization.

It was a very ironic situation, but strangely understood.

It was natural for a real father to want members of the organization like his children to repent their sins and find happiness to live proudly.'Wait, if you put it that way...…. Is it rather good?’

I thought it could be easier to solve the furry resentment than I thought.

Even if one day doesn't have to do anything, Hyuk-joo, the current boss, wants to disband the organization in the first place.

I think it'll be easier if we coax Hyukjoo a little more.

Haru, who thought so, organized his thoughts and opened his mouth.

"HYUKJOO, I actually think so, too. Wouldn't the hairy brother in heaven be hoping for that?”

Yeah, yeah, yeah! That's right!

When Haru said so, the furbo, who came to his senses, nodded frantically next to him.

Looking back and forth between Hyukjoo and the day, as if this is right.

However, Hyuk-ju, who was on the verge of getting drunk, just shouted with a red face.

"No, I can't. I don't think that's what the leader of the furry wants.”

Huh? No. Hyukjoo, that's it! That's exactly what I want.

"If you hear me now, you'll be very sad. Yes, you may curse me. I can't believe the boss of an organization is about to disband...….”

Wake up, dude! I'm on the ground and I'm rooting for you with all my heart. You're doing a hell of a job right now!

"I deserve to be cursed. I'm sorry, Mr. Furbo...…. I'm sorry...….”

No, don't be sorry, dude! Didn't I? Like a man, huh? I'm telling you to push your opinion. Come on, Hyuk-joo!

I'm sorry I dropped my head with my eyes watering. Talking Hyuk-joo, screaming furry.

The parties tried to die of seriousness, but Haru and Choi Han-seok, who were in the position of seeing each other, laughed in vain somewhere.

It's not an old skit. What is this?

Thinking that the meaning of the word gangster, which was stuck in his head, should be decided again, a worse day came out.

"Hyuk-joo, you mean, the atmosphere of the organization is ambiguous, right? Hyukjoo, too. I think everyone wants to break up, but I can't talk about it because of the dead hairy brother."

"The boss is right. The atmosphere is a bit chaotic, and to be honest, I don't know. What to do. What would you have done if you were a hairy brother...….”

"If you were a hairy brother, I think you'd rather cheer for Hyuk-joo."

"Yes……? Such…….”

"The boss has to do whatever he wants. That's why he's the boss, saying the same thing."

"Mr. President……"

Hyuk-ju, who listened to Haru's words, shook his head as if he had learned something.

In fact, it was not even wrong, as it was exactly what Furbo said next to him.

Besides, I happened to have a good idea.

"You said the rest of the crew came from all over the country, right?”

"Oh, yes, it is."

"Well, how about this? Hyuk-joo will send one member a day to our cart bar."

"The members of the organization...What do you mean send it?"

"I'll treat you to a warm meal. Oh, and if possible, please find out what food the members remember. Something that will definitely remind you of your hometown."

Didn't Hyuk-joo open her heart a lot after eating chicken Gangjeong, a food of her childhood?

Food had the power to bring the streets close to each other no matter how new they were.

As in the case of innovation, they feed their members for a meal and persuade them that it is time to go back.That was the idea of a day.