Cooking Genius With God

"Uh... I mean."

Haru, what are they talking about? Is this Korean? Why can't I understand?

Haru and Choi Han-seok couldn't understand what the person in front of them was saying.

I'm sure his name was Kim Deok-soo.

Merchant President of this Noryangjin Cupbap Street Merchants Association.

He suddenly came to see a man merchant he had seen several times on the street of cup rice.

With his face full of question marks drawn, Haru asked back in a voice full of doubts.

"So you want us to join the merchant association?”

"Yes, the merchant association. Haru, aren't you a merchant in Noryangjin anyway? Then, of course, you should join the Noryangjin Merchant Association."

"No, Mr. Merchant. So what's in it for me to join the merchant association?"

A day to ask in the quietest voice possible, trying to get out of it.

Then the man standing next to Kim Duk-soo shouted in a clear voice.

"Why doesn't the young boss understand? You're supposed to sign up for the benefit of course.

"Well, you said you weren't just signing up. You told me to pay a little again."

"The basic fee is 200,000 won per month, and you have to pay 5% of the sales as well. Merchants' associations need money to operate."

"No, I mean, what the hell is this...….”

What the hell is this new bullshit? I can't believe we're making sales. Where in the world is that crazy merchant association?

He threatened to join the merchant association, which has no profit, by offering unreasonable conditions in the world, not enough to come and commit violence at a time when the day was working hard.

Merchants who initially said they were having a hard time with gangsters were now rather thugging.

Yeah, let's just say it's a little bit because I gave way a hundred times.

But no matter how hard it is, I'm not really asking you to make sales. Where is such a law in Korea?

How many shops have I ever tried? I've never heard of a merchant association like this in my life. Haru, they're all crooks!

Choi Han-seok, who sticks out his tongue to ask how the same merchants can do this.

Haru, who looked at him for a while, shook his head as politely as possible.

"I'm sorry. I don't intend to join the merchant association. I refuse."

"That young man is really...….”

When the day refused at once, the two, who continued to give off a vicious atmosphere, raised their voices.

Just as the air was getting worse.

"Excuse me, what are you guys?"

"What did our CEO Haru do wrong? What? There's no one in the world who's as nice as Haru."

There are really violent people on the scene.

Myeongseok selling bungeoppang next to Haru and Sanghyuk selling fresh fruit juice.

Now, the two, former members of the Baekbeom faction who washed their hands and merchants of Noryangjin, who are just like Haru, have stepped forward.

The two men, who were threatening Haru with the appearance of a "real" gangster, swallowed their dry saliva.

I've been wary of the unusual atmosphere for a while, but it was definitely different from the weight class when I showed up to live in earnest like this.

"Well, anyway. Think about the merchant association. Yes."

"I'm the head of the merchant association. Well, that's what I'm here to tell you. Good luck with your business."

Kim Deok-soo and Park quickly ran away from each other.

After bowing to Myung-seok and Sang-hyuk, he briefly talked to Choi Han-seok.

I think it's probably the locality of the merchants here. How's this street you've created for a day going? We're getting a lot of customers. They must feel like they're taking out a stone with a rolled stone."Then what should I do……. Now that Baekbeom people are helping me a lot, I can't afford to lose to someone who's a merchant."

It was a natural concern.

Anyway, Kim Deok-soo was the maintenance of the cup rice street here.

It's now. I sent it like this.A situation where no one can guarantee when and what will happen.

Choi Han-seok also narrowed the gap between his eyes due to serious problems.

Things are getting awfully complicated. Although I thought other merchants would keep me in check...…, but the more I think about it, the more ridiculous it is. They kicked me out and I'm gonna put a spoon on it.

No matter how dirty and cheap the world is, this is not right.

As the worries that seemed unlikely to be answered deepened, the day when I closed my eyes for a while and thought about something suddenly smiled.

"Well, that's fine. Let's just not worry about it's okay. Chef."

Huh? Haru. Are you sure you don't mind?

"I've been thinking about it in my own way. I suddenly wondered if I should pay attention to them. I just... I think I just have to do my best."

I just have to do what I have to do.Well, that's true, isn't it? What's more important to a self-employed person?

"Right? And it's not like I'm going to be in Noryangjin forever. In a short time, I'll open my own restaurant."

At first, I wondered what it was, but the more I thought about it, the more I nodded.

Come to think of it, it was.

You just have to do what you have to do.

Of course, it wasn't just business that a day would do.

I couldn't miss helping people of the Baekbeom faction who had ties to him, saving the commercial district of the street, and treating ghosts at the cart bar every evening.

That's why it's okay.

One day, you're already doing so many things so well.

- Yeah, Haru, you're right. By the way, why did I think this easy thing was so difficult and serious. LOL.

Choi Han-seok looks at the day happily and smiles.

That seems to be the end of the day's happening.

But like most things in life, the aftertaste wasn't clean.

Only two days after the merchant president and Mr. Park who threatened Haru.

This time, several men dressed up came with envelopes.

The busts of their clothes had a logo called Dongjak-gu Office.

"Why are district office workers here?….”

"Oh, hello, boss. Actually, I've been getting complaints from other merchants for the past few days. I'm here to check and check."

"Complaints? What complaints do you mean?”

"There are a lot of things. Well, poor hygiene, loud noise, wrong country of origin marking...…. As you know, our civil servants have to deal with complaints when they receive them. Please understand."

It was obvious that this happened.

Even kindergarteners who don't know much about the world could know.

That the merchant president, who huffed back then, filed a complaint.

You're complaining because you're scared of the Baekbeom boys, and you don't want to stay still? By the way, why is the president so narrow-minded?

"I know. Who are the people who really have hygiene and noise problems?"

It was a ridiculous day, but I couldn't blame the government officials.

By the way, they have to deal with complaints somehow."Then come on in. Does the inspection take a long time?”

"No, it'll take about 10 or 20 minutes. By the way...…. Are you all right, boss?"

It didn't take much time, so one day I let the officials in the cart bar.

When Haru was gentle, the officials opened their eyes wide as if they were wondering.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing. Actually, all merchants don't like 100 when we do random check-ups. There are a lot of people who won't let me in the store.”

"That's right. Every time I did that, I had a hard time……. Actually, we've never done this before. It's my first time with a boss telling me I can come in right away."

"I don't have anything to do with it. Rather, I'm more relieved if the ward office members say it's okay."

A day full of confidence.

There was nothing much to check anyway because it was a food truck, not a regular restaurant.

I checked the refrigerator or the place where the food was stored, and some simple questions came and went.

"What do you do with food waste?"

"Oh, I collected them in this bin and threw them away every day after business."

"You're neat…Wow, the fridge and the place where you cook are spotless. You're incredible."

"I know. We're sorry for the sudden inspection. Cleanliness is also clean, but there are very few bosses who don't violate anything.”

What's the point of course.

One day, he was a chef who worked for the Michelin three-star oral fairy tale.

And the Michelin restaurant was no less sensitive to hygiene or principles than anywhere else.

He just used the habit of being completely ingrained while working in oral fairy tales.

And this was the result.

Isn't it rather praised by people in the district office who are called "death-winners" by those who do business in the restaurant business?

Officials in the district office also seemed to be amazed.

Haru, you were right. Oh my... It's so hard not to be blamed by the government officials who came to check. That's amazing. Really.

Choi Han-seok also continued to giggle as if he was dumbfounded.

Officials who looked around the food truck bowed their heads in a big circle on the inspection paper.

"Well, there's nothing more to check. Cleanliness is 100 points."

"I'm glad to hear that. Thank you for your hard work."

"Well, we appreciate your cooperation. Well, I wish you all the best in business. Boss!"

"No, by the way. Aren't you hungry by any chance? It's almost time to get hungry."

"No, well... We didn't have breakfast, though."

"Then have a sandwich and go. I'll make it delicious."

"Oh, boss. No, don't you know that if we get this, it's against the law?"

"I'm not saying it's free. I'll serve you a drink, hehe."

It is a day when I became talkative while doing business with students.

In a natural movement, two large handmade patties were taken out and placed on the grill.

Whoops!

When the greasy meat patty met the fire, the oil splashed up and the unique scent rose.

The sound of rain and the smell of meat that tickles your nose.

After a while, when I flipped the patty, the ripe side was revealed and showed off its brown figure.

"Gulp!"

"Oh, I shouldn't have done this...…. How much time do we have left?

"Well, the boss's cart inspection was done very early anyway. I happen to be a little hungry...….”Two people who exchanged eyes in an instant.

Likewise, Haru and Choi Han-seok, who made eye contact, smiled one by one.

Haru murmured quietly, looking at Choi Han-seok.

"Operation successful."