Cooking Genius With God

"Long time no see, man."

Park Joo-hyuk smiled as he looked at the day.

As always. It was a smile that I didn't like somewhere, but it was essentially different.

It was not because of the previous smile that seemed to be looked down on because the day was hateful and annoying, but because it was the smile of a brother who seemed to see his brother who really covered himself a lot.

Some blunt fatherly expression.

That was how Park Joo-hyuk expressed his feelings to someone else.

Because he was more shy than I thought.

Haru also smiled and accepted a large pot in Park Joo-hyuk's hands.

The pot, which was bigger than I thought, was full of something, and thanks to its weight, it made a noise automatically.

"Thank you for coming all the way. But what is it?”

"What? It's all near Seoul anyway. It's just...I've been meaning to give it to you. Just give it a try, give it a review."

Park Chu-hyuk turns his eyes away and talks while looking at the opposite wall.

As soon as Haru was drawing a question mark on his face for a while, Choi Han-seok, who couldn't resist curiosity, moved first.

I was in a state of ghost where I could pass through things because the door of the ear didn't open yet.

He put his head in the pot that Haru was holding and checked what was there.

Choi Han-seok, who put his head in the pot and took it out, soon looked at Park Joo-hyuk and began to laugh as his stomach was torn.

Hahahaha! Haru, open this. Hey, Joohyuk. But I guess I missed you a lot after you left.

"What do you mean? What do you mean you miss me?"

There's just that. You'll know right away. Ha-ha! What a cutie! Oh my gosh!

The day he answered with a small whisper at Choi Han-seok's response, which was much more intense than expected, swallowed his saliva and opened the pot that Park Joo-hyuk offered.

Slurp, and the lid came off.

And in it...…was full of something savory white.

"This is beef bone soup, isn't it?

Beef bone soup.

Haru and Park Joohyuk are the must-have food.

When Haru noticed it at once and asked, Park Ju-hyuk still looked away and answered.

"But we're known as chefs. It's kind of weird to come empty-handed. So we decided to cook for each other. What I made...It's beef bone soup."

"Haru! Chef Park Joo-hyuk made it by flipping the pot three times. This isn't it! Like this. Chef Park Joohyuk had a hard time after you left. I'll try to make more delicious beef bone soup than you."

"Oh, Hosung! We weren't supposed to talk about it!"

"What's wrong with you? So it's a day. Please review it properly after eating it. Let's see what's missing. Joohyuk said he couldn't taste what you did by himself."

When Kim Ho-sung turned around and threw a word, Park Joo-hyuk's face turned red.

Certainly, as he said, it was the one-day soup that was on the horizon.

Exactly what Haru learned from Choi Hanseok. For Park Chu-hyuk, it is a gomguk made in his teacher's way.

It was not visible to the eyes, but it had a unique scent, and it seemed that it had a proper truffle inside the soup.

"Oh, yeah, it's a day. Anyway, that's why we brought each dish. I've been making kimchi wraps with boiled pork."

"Haru, can I use the kitchen here? Let me warm up the soup I've been doing.""Oh, me too! I've cooked some shrimp, but I have to grill it. Oh, but don't worry. I'll make sure I clean up."

As expected, chefs brought their own dishes as gifts.

Nearly ten chefs working at the Michelin Three Star Restaurant gathered, and soon there was a scene like a TV program.

Kimchi used in oral fairy tales and side dishes served with meals were spread out, and soon the kitchen began to smell tremendous.

It must be a restaurant that I know of a chef's brother anyway. No one would say anything.

The chefs made food that they wanted to cook one by one.

Starting with pork cutlet and soup that the day had made, luxurious dishes were laid all over the table.

Meat dishes such as tteok-galbi and sirloin steak with black garlic sauce, as well as dishes interpreted in Korean style using shrimp or lobster.

"If I calculate all the dishes on this table, I think 300 to 400 will be ridiculously broken…"….’

It was such a luxurious lineup that I thought of it by myself.

Soon, the chefs, who had cleaned up the back of the kitchen, sat at the table one by one.

After pouring a glass of alcohol. Kim Ho-sung, who sat next to Haru, tapped him on the shoulder, and the day he noticed slowly rose and shouted.

"Thank you very much for coming today. Senior artists."

"I can still see when you say you're going to oral fairy tales for a oral fairy tale. What if you go out and do a food truck out of the blue?"

"That's right. But it wasn't enough to hit the jackpot in Noryangjin, so we even set up a nice restaurant like this. I'm just... I envy you and you are cool. Dude."

Chefs looking at the day, not pretending, saying so sincerely.

Chefs who used to be so high up until a year ago say they're jealous of themselves.

It was a strange feeling somewhere.

Ta-da!

It wasn't long before the glass hit.

A day when I drank a glass of somaek excitedly shouted.

"Thank you for the meal!"

The meal started soon.

Choi Han-seok, who was catching up on talking and looking at the people who were eating the prepared food, lost his appetite.

Okay. Enjoy your meal. Chet.

* * *

"Oh, hey, Haru. This pork cutlet is awesome.”

"I know. It looks like you ground the bread crumbs. The tempura is fantastic, and the crunchy one is dipped in the sauce.…! Hey, you can sell it in oral fairy tales."

"Hey, come on, try this. It's cheese roll gas, and the smell of perilla leaves is amazing."

"Thank you, brother. How do you know I'm a cheese ghost again?"

The chefs exclaimed as they enjoyed the day's pork cutlet.

It wasn't just eating first because Haru, the main character of today's party, made it.

It's so delicious. It was because it tasted better than other dishes that he brought or made here.

What more do we need to say since the daily batch of pork cutlet was bottomed out before the sirloin steak that Kim Ho-sung brought with kindness?

"Well, that's good. Frying clothes are exquisite. It's fried well, so the juice is alive. It's made of Cordon Blue motif, right?"

"Oh, right. Chef, I reinterpreted it in my own way. Is it okay for you to eat?"

"Not bad. Hmm……."

Park Joo-hyuk also seemed to like the food of the day.

The horse was so upset, but he was already eating the third piece of cordon blue.Considering that a piece was about a slice of pizza, it seemed to be much more satisfying than I thought.

"You've improved a lot. I mean you, Haru, that's amazing. I thought oral fairy tales were the best restaurants, but when I saw you grow up even more."

Park Joo-hyuk, who was chewing pork cutlet, soon put down his fork and knife and hinted.

Seeing his face a little open, he seemed to have used the power of alcohol to say it, but I could still feel his sincerity.

Haru replied, scratching his head awkwardly.

"Well, I'm always sorry for the chefs. Also, Chef's Beef Bone Soup is very delicious! I feel like it's really neat, deep, and...….”

"No, I know. Compared to the beef bone soup you made, no. It's not enough compared to your beef bone soup. I'm going to work harder, too. If I don't want to catch up with you. Don't you think so?"

If I don't want to catch up with you.

I thought maybe that was the best compliment Park Joo-hyuk could give to another chef.

Is it because Chef Choi Han-seok's story came out? The mood has subsided a little.

Kim Ho-sung, who was wary of other chefs for a while, asked Haru to change the subject to the other side.

"By the way, it's a day. I've been curious about this for a while ago. Can I ask you something?"

"Yes, of course. Hosung. What is it?

"The gold turtle at the counter back there. Did you buy a day? It seems to be something very precious."

"Oh, you mean that?"

Where Kim Ho-sung pointed out with his hand.

On the counter side of the porcupine, there was actually a gold turtle standing quietly.

It's nothing else, but he left it to Haru when he was holy.

It was brought to the restaurant because it did not disappear after changing into time like other ghosts gave it to me.

Furbos and Seo-ah, and I knew other ghosts had left well, but I remembered again.

Haru said with a small smile.

"That's from a very precious person. He used to be my regular customer at a food truck. They gave it to me as a gift when I said I was leaving.”

"Wow... You're giving me such a precious gift? I guess he really liked your food. That's great."

Kim Ho-sung and other chefs are surprised to hear that they got it as a gift.

Still, thanks to you, the atmosphere has returned.

As we were drinking while filling each other's empty glasses, we suddenly saw the clock hanging on the wall despite our absence.

"11:58?"

It was almost midnight.

The door will open in 2 minutes from now.

"Where is Chef Choi Han-seok?"’

When the door opens, ghosts appear in reality.

In other words, Choi Han-seok may pop up in front of the oral fairy tale chefs.

Surprised Haru turned his head and looked for Choi Han-seok, but strangely, he was not seen.

"Huh? Haru. What are you looking for?”

"No, it's nothing. It's just...….”

Time flies so fast.

Right after it turned 12 o'clock under the eyes of other chefs.

Cheer up~~

The closed door of the "Table Heaven" opened.

I'm sure there's no way for customers to come in since it's open today.

At the sound of an untimely bell, Haru and the other chefs looked toward the door."Excuse me, boss. Don't you open a restaurant today?”

"Chef Choi Han-seok?"”

Choi Han-seok waving his hand as if he were a customer.

Surprised, Haru jumped up and approached with an effort to manage his facial expression.

"No, I was passing by. It smelled so delicious outside the restaurant. It smells like pork cutlet. That's why I'm so enchanted."

"Ahaha…… We're open today. I rent a restaurant and don't do business. I think you can come from tomorrow. Sir?"

Just as the day tries to pick up the pieces somehow.

Kim Ho-sung, who was a little drunk, tilted his head for a while and shouted.

"Haru! Just tell him to come here instead of doing that. But you're still here."

"Right. Honestly, there's a lot of food left, right food left, right? We ate some, so it'll be okay. Let's fry some more pork cutlet or something. Why? Didn't Master Choi Han-seok say that? I'm not kicking out customers who come into the restaurant."

Kim Ho-sung and Park Joo-hyuk beckoning to join us.

"I mean, this guest is Master Choi Han-seok!" came up to the end of his neck, but he tried to endure it.

Whoo. Okay. We'll all forget about it if our ears are closed because of the law of the underworld. It doesn't matter.

You don't even recognize her face anyway.

Looking at Choi Han-seok's expression, he seemed to really want to eat food.

Besides, today's table doesn't have beef bone soup made by Park Joohyuk.

As much as it is meaningful food for my student. I could accept this much.

"Hmm. Well, then come on in. I'll make you something. And I'll heat up the beef bone soup, so please wait a little longer."

"Oh, thank you. But I need another seat.”

"……What do you mean?"

"There's one more member of my party. Oh, there he is!"

Choi Han-seok waving at the door, putting aside a hot-faced day.

One day, looking at someone who soon appeared, I couldn't stand the dizziness.

"No, why is he coming out of here?"