Cooking Genius With God

After a while, Park brought a lot of dough to show his senior's true value.

It seemed a little too much to look at, but he didn't mind.

Whoops, whoops, whoops!

After removing a certain amount of dough at a breakneck speed, five short rib patties were placed on fire and started baking at once.

After paying attention to the baking, he turned it over immediately after judging that it was appropriate.

Grilled short rib patties.

While he managed to bake two a day, he baked five.

"Here, plating."

"Yes, Chef!"

I called a chef who was waiting next to me and even ordered plating.

Place sauce and grilled vegetable garnish on top of a plate of short rib patties.

Park Joo-hyuk grinned as he watched the dishes served to customers.

"I'm sure he's lost his nerve.’

Simply calculated, he did things more than twice as fast as he did.

Now I'm silently grilling tteok-galbi, but I'm sure it'll burn inside.

Moreover, the popularity of tteok-galbi was also thanks to the tteok-galbi dough.

Park Joo-hyuk murmured, "Even if coincidences overlap, they overlap strangely."

"Who made the dough today? I'll have to talk to you later."

Looking at the hall full of guests, he was about to watch the chefs again.

Kim Ho-sung, who looked a little embarrassed, entered the kitchen with three plates on his arms.

"Excuse me, Chef Joohyuk. I think you should come for a while."

"Huh? What's going on?"

"Well... Who just baked short rib patties?”

"……why?"

A foreboding of the storm.

A shadow was cast between Park Joo-hyuk's narrowed eyes.

"Three guests have returned the dish. I ordered an additional one, but I heard it tastes different from what I had earlier. He complained that the meat got more dry.”

"Completed?"

Park Joo-hyuk couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes, I'm not asking you to cook again, but I still need to talk."

"Well, thank you. Go and work."

"Yes, you, too.

Kim Ho-sung nods his head and goes back to himself.

Park Joo-hyuk looked at his back for a long time and suddenly came to his senses and turned his head.

It was no other than a day when his eyes touched again.

Previously full of hubris and confidence, I stared madly at the day with a gaze full of 100% pure irritation.

Why have you changed so much? Joohyuk.

Choi Han-seok, who was guarding the day, clicked his tongue while looking at Park Joo-hyuk.

I knew he had a lot of pride, but he seems to have a bigger complex these days.

I hated my disciple even more today.

By the way, what the hell is he doing? Why the hell have you been an assistant all this time?

And the opposite of Park Joo-hyuk's day.

I couldn't resist the threat of suicide, so I gave him the basics, and he was able to imitate it in one night.

Cooking is hard to realize if you teach me a fever, but one day you teach me a fever.

When I was in agony, Haru whispered.

"Excuse me, Chef. What would you like to eat for dinner tonight?”

Aren't you tired?

"Hhh. How can I get tired of learning how to cook from the best chef in Korea! It's fun and exciting."

-Yeah, I guess so. I don't know! Just make what you want to eat today. I like everything.One day, he replied that he would think about it and started to focus on grilling short rib patties again.

Fire rose from both eyes as if they were united with the grill.

Choi Han-seok muttered alternately looking at Park Joo-hyuk, who was smiling as if he was speechless with such a day.

I need to dig a little bit more. If it's Haru, this guy.

* * *

Boiling, bubbling.

When the water boils up, add the noodles and boil them.

When the water boils up due to the starch of flour, add cold water and let it sink.

Repeat this three times.

After checking that the thin noodles are cooked very well, strain them through a sieve and give them a cold shower.

Chewy cooked thin noodles feel good just by touching them.

After that, it is simple.

Put enough thin noodles in a large bowl and pour anchovies and kelp into the broth.

What if you put the marinade, egg garnish, green onion, and seaweed flakes on top of the soy sauce?

White steam rises and the smell of savory broth wraps around the nose.

"Wow, this is the best noodle I knew it.”

Party noodles! It's perfect to eat in the middle of the night with cold wind!

A bowl of steamy banquet noodles was made in an instant.

The oral story of the dawn.

Today, the food I made to treat ghosts was banquet noodles.

The reason is simple.

Haru and Hanseok Choi just wanted to eat.

As I was thinking about what to make today, I naturally agreed to make banquet noodles.

"How many people in Korea hate banquet noodles? Not one of them, and I don't care if anyone comes!”

I admit it. I have never seen anyone who hates banquet noodles since I lived as a chef for over 40 years. Wow, it's so delicious that it fills my mouth!

Choi Han-seok picked up chopsticks with his eyes shining like a hyena who had starved for days.

After slowly releasing the garnish and marinade, he grabbed the noodles and pushed them into his mouth greedily.

Slurp!

"Kkkk, Chef, what's that?”

Choi Han-seok, who had a bowl full of noodles, looked like a toad.

Around the time the day was giggling at the ridiculous appearance.

Cheering~!

The doors of the tightly closed restaurant were frozen.

At first, I wondered if Hana, a high school girl ghost, had come.

But when Hana comes to the restaurant, you can't hear the door opening.

"……Huh?"

Soon, the face of the day looking at the door quickly hardened. The same goes for Choi Han-seok.

He didn't even chew the noodles in his mouth and swallowed them and put his chin down.

He stood in front of him as if he wanted to protect the day with a firm look on his face.

As if time had stopped, the air around me became cold.

"You've been eating something delicious, haven't you? A ghost can't believe it's a feast noodle. It's a perfect combination.”

A black suit and a pale impression.

The grim reaper walked into the restaurant, throwing a joke.

In the past, when a person dies, they give the mourners the banquet noodles. There's nothing like this for a dead man to eat. Isn't it?

"Oh, my. Someone is not the master of Korean food. You have a lot of knowledge."

Electricity splashed between Choi Han-seok and the grim reaper, who blocked the day.

A tense atmosphere that's about to explode.

Haru also swallowed his dry mouth thinking he didn't know what would happen.

The first person to break the ice was the grim reaper.

"Excuse me, grim reaper? Don't be so intimidated and roll up a bowl of noodles. This restaurant has customers, but they don't serve food?""Why are you here today? You said you couldn't take me. You're not here for a real meal."

"Why can't the grim reaper eat? Sigh... don't worry. I'm not here to pick you up today."

The grim reaper who shakes his head looking at the day.

The word "today" was very catchy, but it didn't seem to be a matter of concern.

Choi Han-seok looked at the day and looked back.

The quick-witted Haru rushed to the kitchen and rolled up a bowl of banquet noodles.

A bowl of steaming banquet noodles was quickly made and placed in front of the grim reaper.

She took a spoonful of soup and smiled satisfactorily.

"Well, it smells good. I think you made a good broth. I don't think it's just anchovies."

Don't ask me. Ask the chef. I didn't make this.

"Oh, really?"

The grim reaper who looks at the day with sensual eyes.

"Moo, on the kelp...…. I mixed anchovies and depory together. The combination is good."

"I guess so. It's definitely a delicious feast noodle. It's hard to eat this big noodle these days. You know that, don't you?

Well, let's just say so.

Slurp! Slurp!

The grim reaper slowly began to eat noodles.

Unlike Choi Han-seok, who used to eat his mouth full like a bandit, she ate noodles with a spoon and chopsticks.

The black lipstick on the lips is almost indelible.

Perhaps because the food was feast noodles, the meal was over before long.

Choi Han-seok, who stood sulky all the time, hinted.

If you're done, why don't you go? I can't come in because you scare other ghosts.

"I was about to wake up. Oh, right. To continue with what I was saying earlier, the reason I came here today is not because of you. Of course, I'm not here to eat."

The grim reaper said, 'Well, the noodles were delicious, but.'

She opened her mouth, staring at Choi Han-seok, not Haru.

"I'm here for you. A lot of us, old man."

Me? Why me? It's finally time to be holy, is it?

Choi Han-seok is responding casually as if it's nothing.

However, the grim reaper's face toward Choi looked more serious than ever.

"Thanks to your student, I had a delicious meal, so I'll pay for it, so keep it in mind. I think it would be great if you were a saint and a bothersome ghost disappeared, but the situation is completely the opposite. Now, do you know it's a little serious?"

What do you mean serious?

"The next two weeks. If you don't settle your resentment, you'll never be a saint."

-……what?

Choi Han-seok's face, which continued to remain normal, crumpled at once.

I couldn't help but be surprised a day after day.

When the grim reaper said this, I couldn't help but believe it.

"The underworld is more generous than I thought. Among the ghosts who couldn't make it to the holy fire, I'm telling the ghosts who don't have much time left.”

"Well, wait a minute. The Grim Reaper, by the way, aren't ghosts not aware of their resentment? Then shouldn't you be teaching her too?"

Leaving behind Choi Han-seok, who was surprised and completely hardened, the day came out and shouted.

He couldn't understand the grim reaper at all.

To ghosts who don't know what resentment is, who can't even interfere in reality.Just to let you know you don't have much time to settle?

"No, you can't. How do I know what ghosts are for? Ghosts should know."

"By the way, I heard you became a ghost and forgot about it."

"Yes, so, you have to find it on your own.”

"Oh, my gosh...…"

A situation in which a time-limited sentence ran out in an instant.

I don't even know what the name of the disease is or how to fix it.

All I could say was that I would simply go crazy.

"Enjoy your noodles. Well, I delivered it, so bye."

The grim reaper jumped up and strode to the door.

Just before she left the door, Choi Han-seok, who was standing blankly, shouted.

Wait, how long do I have left?

"Just two weeks from now. If you don't fulfill your resentment in it, you'll never be able to live."