Cooking Genius With God

Very few merchants, including the head of the merchant association, even put up signs such as "Original!" and "This is the restaurant!"

It is not enough to plagiarize the recipes and menus created by Haru, so he even says nonsense that he is the original.

Of course, their tteok-galbi sandwiches tasted terrible compared to the original sandwiches of the day.

If the meat was dry and smelly, the sandwich would only taste like sauce, let alone feel harmonious.

But some of the people who came to eat a day's sandwiches have been tricked into continuing their business.

Furthermore, it wasn't just a one-day sandwich copied by the chairman of the merchant association and his followers.

[Sweet and salty! Oyakko-dong!]

[Fire it up!] Chinese style dakgalbi over rice~]

Chicken egg rice and Chinese style chicken ribs rice.

Haru was a recipe that he passed on to Mrs. Jung.

Of course, it's a version of the recipe that's already been changed in a day's way, but it's also been a huge hit.

Chicken egg over rice sold tremendously well, and the Chinese style chicken over rice, which became a follow-up, also went viral among students.

No matter how successful the business was, Mrs. Jung folded the cup rice shop that she used to sell for half her life and turned it into a restaurant that sells only those two bowls of rice.

However, the merchants copied the menu of Mrs. Jeong's.

Now, there are as many as five restaurants that serve chicken and egg rice.

Even these rice bowls and grilled short rib sandwiches were served together, and a terrible hybrid shop appeared.

For your information, the store belonged to the merchant president.

You reported it to the district office for a day, and then you started a store like that.

I couldn't help but think of the saying that people never change.

"Oh, I'm so annoyed every time I see that. I'd love to knock it down if I could!"

Sang-hyuk, who was looking at evil merchants shamelessly doing business, sharpened his teeth.

Not all merchants in Noryangjin are like that, of course.

There are about five to seven bad merchants with iron-skinned skin.

But the few merchants were completely clouding the waters of Noryangjin Street.

"Mr. Haru says he can't help it.…. Ugh, that's annoying! f*cking old man, ladies!"

Not a day was left alone either.

I reported it to the district office, but the only answer I had was that I had no choice.

The reason was simple. There's no copyright in cooking.

Where and what to sell was personal freedom, so you can't touch it.

One day, he said he didn't care because he would leave Noryangjin in a few days anyway, but Sang-hyuk, who had no choice but to open his eyes and look at the stolen recipe of his benefactor, Haru, was burning inside.

But I had to put up with it today. I shouldn't have let things happen.

He probably does, because today is a meaningful day.

Because the food truck of the day was the last day of business.

As Da Won was chewing on the ice he used to make drinks, a big man dressed up came and talked to him.

A big bear-like figure, and a gentle appearance by comparison.

It was the best place to sell fish-shaped buns.

"Sanghyuk, do other brothers say not yet?”

"He's on his way. He'll be there soon. Honestly, I'm looking forward to it. Today is the day when all the big brothers from all over the country will come up.”

"It's not anyone else, and Haru is doing his last business, so of course he should come! It's our Baekbeom-pa assembly, isn't it?"These days, not only Noryangjin, but also the entire Seoul area.

It was hard to see my face because I was going far, but it was good to see my face after a long time.

"Oh, brother, you're here!"

After a little talk with Myung-seok, men in black suits began to appear here and there.

There were members who took the subway, got off the taxi, and even rented a bus.

Anyway, furbos gathered from all over the country to see the day.

"Mr. Haru, we're here!"

"I missed Haru's food and went crazy!"

"Thank you for your hard work, boss!"

The furbos bowed to greet the day.

The crowd of people put up question marks on their faces and giggled looking at the furbos.

The scene was amazing when the big men suddenly appeared and greeted me with theft.

Haru, who was busy grilling short rib patties, grinned when he found such furbos.

Then he talked as if he had met an old classmate.

"Where are you, how are you these days?

Then the furbos shouted in unison.

His voice is filled with happiness.

"Of course not!”

* * *

Munch munch munch munch!

"Oh, this is the taste. I've never seen anything more delicious than this in any tteok-galbi restaurant in the country!"

"Hey, of course. Who made this? Chef Haru made this dish!"

"Yes, yes. There aren't many people who can match Haru's taste. Oh, I still can't forget the bone hangover soup you made for me. What should I do to make it tastier than my hometown of Yangpyeong?”

Afternoon hours when business is almost over.

Since there were a lot of customers, the members of the organization were munching on the tteok-galbi sandwiches made by Haru.

Even most furbos have one sandwich per hand.

I ate a lot with two guns in both hands, and seeing that, even the day I was sick and tired of sandwiches was enough to lick my lips.

"By the way, Mr. Haru. What's wrong with Noryangjin these days?”

"You're right! I saw you copied Haru's cooking on the way here. Especially the d*mn merchant chairman shop is a total spectacle!"

"Sandwiches and rice bowl together...I knew the grumpy old man was. I didn't expect it to be this much. Isn't the boss angry? You've been robbed of your hard-working recipe."

Furbos, who were eating sandwiches with sauce around their mouths, soon shouted at shops on the main street.

They were also dumbfounded.

No matter how hard it is. He was doing business by copying his benefactor Haru's recipe.

"Well, it's inevitable. I just don't want to care. It's not like I can do anything. And wouldn't it naturally fail if I left anyway? There's a lot of difference in the taste of food."

"That's true, but...…. Ugh. I'm so annoyed."

I wanted to make a mess of myself, but I couldn't help it when Haru, the person involved, said it was okay.

Anyway, just as the crew was almost done eating sandwiches.

Time for some other merchants to fold up their food trucks.

Beyond the food truck, I began to see familiar in-young.

Several members of the gang who found them jumped up and frowned.

"Oh, Mr. Haru. Today is the last day of business.""Even though it's the last day, do they have so many customers in Wochi? That's amazing, anyway. Uh-huh. So you're not coming out from tomorrow, right? Don't that right?"

Two toads that look like humans.

It was none other than the head of the merchant association of Cupbop Street and the merchant who followed him.

They came to mock the day because they also knew it was their last day of business.

The reason was simple.

"Don't be too disappointed. Isn't that what life is all about?”

"Right, right. Statue of Haru. I think he's thinking of selling somewhere else. You're grateful for handing over a good business item to us?

"When you get there, just call me. I'll send you a flower. Ugh!"

In their view, the day seemed to be leaving because they were afraid.

It was similar to when the merchants' presidents started copying the menu of the day, and when they said the day was leaving, so they were mistaken as they liked.

Of course, the reality was completely different, so it wasn't a day to worry about.

"Do you feel better when you hit the candle like that until the end? My friends are here right now."

No matter how nice a day is, I couldn't help being annoyed.

When Haru replied, the merchant president looked at the furbos and snorted.

"You're talking like an acquaintance. What kind of acquaintance is an acquaintance you're trying to get to? It's the brave ones who didn't go in."

"Well, I'm here to see my boss off today anyway. Don't think too much about it, all right? Good-bye, huh?"

The merchant chairman also knew that the Baekbeom faction had been disbanded, so he was deliberately ganging up.

Several furbos were furious, but other members next to them pressed down on their shoulders.

Looking at the slow-moving merchant president's house, the furbos ground their teeth.

"These bastards...….”

"Isn't Haru angry? I couldn't stand it if it were me!"

"In the old days, I'd just run right out and smash it! Do you want me to take care of you?"

"Huh, dude! What do you mean you're looking at me? Did you forget about the appointment with Haru and the hairy brother? We shook our hands!"

"That's... that's right. I'm sorry, brother. I'm sorry, Mr. Haru!"

Members of the organization turn around regretfully, saying that they can no longer disappoint Haru.

Choi Han-seok, who was floating in the air, said a mean word to Haru, who was staring at such men.

- Haru, this is just my idea.

"Don't worry. I'm thinking the same thing right now.”

Oh, really?

Choi Hanseok looking at the day with a big smile.

One day hinted, passing a glass of coke to the furbos who were angry at the merchant president.

"Well... ..but it's the last day anyway, so wouldn't it be okay?”

"Huh? Mr. Haru. What do you mean by that?"

"Don't be so hard on it. Just enough. You know, right?”

At the moment, eyes were busy between Haru and the furbos.

I only talked with my eyes, but everyone understood what I meant.

After turning his head and looking at everyone, a furry smile said.

"Properly. Moderately good.”

"Our Baekbeom faction isn't fit either?"

"Guys, get your tools. Don't find a bat like before, but a toy hammer or something like that! You know, it's fluffy and it's not against the law!"

"All right, brother!"

Still, I don't know who the furbos resemble, but they were very smart.The willful hairs rose in unison.

Haru drank the coke in a paper cup in one shot, collected it well, and politely took it to the trash can next to him.

Then he began to walk out in a polite gesture of the world.