Cooking Genius With God

Here comes the big smile steak! Our guest's ramen.

How long did you wait, Choi Han-seok served three servings of cheese hamburger steak and a bowl of ramen.

I did a simple plating just in case someone was a chef, scooped rice like it was at a pork cutlet restaurant, and put a half-boiled egg on top of the hamburger.

-Wow...

One eye that received the food opened wide.

She had little reaction from the first time we met, but she was forced to collapse in front of cooking.

Delicious plating and delicious smell that slowly comes up.

It also matched the spicy and spicy aroma of ramen.

It's time to eat, can you eat it all?

Yes, I can. Then...

One gulped down his mouth and picked up a knife.

When I cut the hamburger steak, the cheese and butter rose like a waterfall, which rolled into pieces of meat.

Then, after popping the soft-boiled egg, I dipped it in the green yolk and ate it.

A fattening combination of butter, cheese and egg yolk.

But gaining weight is the best way.

-Wow...

A bite of the steak let out an exclamation.

In a greasy moment, chopsticks went to the chewy ramen.

Put a piece of kimchi on your chin and slurp!

It was a taste of Korea that not only touched the hearts of men but also high school girls.

My high schooler, is it good?

Really. It's the best dish I've ever had in my life.

Thank you for the compliment!

The same reaction as Haru and Choi Hanseok.

Choi Han-seok shrugged his shoulders while looking at such one with satisfaction.

Look, I told you it's a big smile steak.

"I know. Every time I do this, it's so rewarding."

That's what cooking is all about. It's the happiest when people enjoy my food. By the way, don't you eat for a day?

A steak plate was placed in front of the day.

Choi Hanseok was a big eater, so even so, didn't he have dinner earlier?

"I'm fine. I'm full because I ate a lot earlier."

Don't do that. Just try it. You won't regret it.

Choi Han-seok looked at the day with a meaningful look.

I'm full, but I think it's already made.

It was also made by Haru's role model, so I was a little excited.

Well, it'll taste the same anyway.

It's just that one fried egg is on top of that's all.

It's not a dish made with the same patty and the same ingredients anyway.

"Well, thank you for the meal."

I sliced the hamburger steak and took it to my mouth.

Lower pressure.

The moment I took a bite without much expectation.

"……Huh?"

One day I couldn't help but be astonished.

It was obviously the same material. It was the same food that he made earlier.

Why does it taste so different?

The steak cooked by Choi Han-seok was incredibly delicious to the point where the hamburger steak he made felt shabby.

Every grain of minced meat and every drop of their juice feels alive.

Gulp.

I fell behind my neck without noticing how soft it was.

Did he know this would happen in advance?

Choi Han-seok glummed while watching the day with his arms folded tightly.

Do you get it now, Haru? This is Choi Han-seok, I mean. I'm dead, but I'm not dead!"Well, what the hell did you do? It doesn't have any other ingredients. I took a peek earlier, and the baking method wasn't that different from mine.”

If you knew that, you wouldn't be working as an assistant right now. He's probably bragging about a Michelin restaurant like me.

"Oh, chef. Please! Please let me know. I pray for you."

If I may say so. It's like a vibe from experience.

One day I could finally feel it.

Legendary chef who won Michelin 3 stars with just one Korean dish for the first time in the world.

Choi Han-seok, the god of Korean food.

His skill behind his usual slick self is so huge that a day can't even be measured.

But he wouldn't give me the secret.

It was because it was precious and could not be handed over recklessly.

In the midst of two people whining like that.

Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The sound of the table chair dragging was heard, and one of the people who had finished eating stood up.

A bowl of ramen and a portion of cheese hamburger steak were emptied in an instantaneously.

-I ate well. It's really delicious. I mean it's true.

He took out 1,000 won bills and coins from his dirty Doraimong wallet and put them down on the table.

She walked out of the oral fairy tale, saying there was a place to go today.

I'll keep my promise since I got something delicious. Thank you, brother.

"What? Come back tomorrow. I'll make you something more delicious."

Yes, of course.

After bowing politely, one left.

One day, I stood at the door of the restaurant and looked at the back of one heading somewhere.

A dark alley lit up by only a few streetlights.

A figure quickly disappeared between them.

Where does he go every morning like that? I was worried, but I thought it would be okay because it's a ghost. That's what I'm saying. Haru, don't you think so?

"How can you not do that? But you can't just bring up a sensitive story...… by the way. Chef."

Huh? Why?

One day, I turned my head and looked at Choi Han-seok.

Choi Han-seok's eyes trembled weakly when he sensed something suspicious.

"Now let me know."

What, what?

"Chef's vibe from experience. How to cook a hamburger steak deliciously!"

Hey, you don't know what you're talking about. That doesn't mean it's telling. Not everyone can tell you!

"Was there anyone between us? I didn't think so."

-I have pride in being a chef. If I just give you the secrets I've been working on for decades, what will I be? Haru, isn't it?

"Well, I guess so."

I laughed day by day.

Yeah, I knew I wouldn't tell you right away.

But he doesn't have his own ideas.

"If you don't tell me, I won't get this money, will I?”

-……what?

"I've got about two hours left on my watch, and if I don't get this money and die, it's going to be a huge regret, right?”

You can't

"Then, I'll be a lord here. So I can spend the rest of my life with the chef, right? Oh, great. And if I die, the chef can't cook. You won't be able to eat."

This lunatic is threatening a ghost with his life? Hey, there's no ghost in the world who died because he didn't learn food!"It could happen soon. What?"

Choi Han-seok who is visibly embarrassed.

It seemed that the game changer of the day worked very well.

Pretending to touch the price of the meal Hana had left behind, one day looked at him and said sternly.

"You'll teach me the secret, right? Chef?"

His pupils shook like crazy, like an earthquake.

To be honest, I was a little flustered.

But strangely enough, I liked it so much.

That guy in front of me, his sparkling eyes.

I can't help it.

Choi Han-seok smiled.

* * *

"Twelve more tteok-galbi! We have an additional order, so hurry up and cook!"

"Yes, chef!"

The next day, the kitchen of oral fairy tales.

The kitchen of any Michelin restaurant may not be the case, but chefs moving around seemed much busier today.

The reason was simple.

Customers are similar to their usual counterparts, but they have received so many orders that they cannot even compare to their usual counterparts.

Did one person eat a lot of food? It wasn't.

There is only one menu with a flood of additional orders. Grilled short rib patties, the main dish of the course!

People who tasted tteok-galbi continued to order, saying they wanted to eat more.

"Haru, can't you bake it quickly? I'm so behind in my orders now."

"I'd love to, but I can't help it if I want to pay attention to each one. Please wait a little longer."

Sneak peek, a peek.

Senior chefs in the kitchen looked sideways at the day of grilling tteok-galbi.

An expression that I can't understand.

Some of the assistants had to stop working and make tteok-galbi dough.

This was because the amount of dough was insufficient because orders were overflowing.

"Haru, he's been really weird lately. I feel like I've been someone else since the day before yesterday.”

"Right? Other seniors admit it slowly. What if we become the only ducks in the Nakdong River?"

"I mean... So far, I've been a little relieved because he's been doing everything for me. If we do this, we'll be the only ones left.”

"Isn't there something he's practicing in the middle of the night? Why don't we stay together today?

Until last week, Haru and their positions were completely opposite.

Haru was in charge of all the chores such as vegetable preparation and cleaning, and they stuck next to other chefs and cooked together.

But I'm making tteok-galbi dough for a day.

Not only was he trying to pull out a stone with a rolled stone, he was trying to turn it into a grain of sand.

Of course, Park Joo-hyuk was not much different.

'Something's off. Something, something's going wrong...….’

He chewed his lower lip nervously reading the order sheet that Kim Ho-sung brought.

I can't believe customers suddenly ordered a large amount of tteok-galbi.

This couldn't have happened if the day wasn't magical.

'I never imagined he'd be this good.’

If you escape the assistant and put him in the real game immediately, it is normal to ride a flipper.

It's a different level of cooking standing in front of the fire tools from preparing ingredients.

Park Joo-hyuk also intended to spend the day in the name of complaints from customers.

An offense is a offense.

However, one day survived well. Showing off your skills like crazy.

'No, I'll have to see for myself. I don't know what you did.’

In the end, Park Ju-hyuk, who couldn't stand it, headed to Haru's side.I thought I would be relieved when I saw it with my own eyes.

"Huh, Chef?"

"There are so many orders, I'll help you. Let's do it together."

"All right."

A day when Park Joo-hyuk is next to him without much reaction.

I watched the cooking of the day for a while, but it didn't seem much different.

'What? It's too slow. It just explodes. I guess the dough just went well today. Or the customers' tastes are just right.’

Maybe Haru was lucky enough.

I was going to complain that the speed was too late, but I came up with a better idea.

This isn't the way it should be. You seem to have lost some discipline these days.…. You'd better show me what senior means. You have to be discouraged.’

Park Joo-hyuk looked at the day and touched the sleeves of his cooking suit.