Cooking Genius With God

"Hmm! Kimchi stew and rolled omelet are...…. Big!"

"How does it taste? It's our first business today, so I'm a little worried."

"Oh, you don't have to worry, do you? I've been working around here for about 15 years, and I've been to all kinds of restaurants. There's almost no place like this.”

"I'm glad you're okay.”

"It's so good. The rice is delicious, the meat is plenty, and the price is reasonable. You're really new to this business, aren' You've got a lot of hands."

The office worker who came in as the first guest enjoyed the meal that Haru served.

There were some combinations of likes and dislikes, but fortunately, he seemed to like kimchi stew.

I mixed a few spoons of kimchi stew soup on top of freshly cooked white rice and put a piece of kimchi and a piece of chubby pork on top.

No matter how many times I looked at it, it was not my ability to eat lunch once or twice.

Since it's my first customer anyway, I asked him a few questions, and he introduced himself as a deputy who works for a nearby trade-related company.

Wearing black glasses with a slightly chubby body, he wiped the sweat off his forehead with a tissue and opened his mouth.

"Actually, I've been under a lot of stress lately. I don't want to eat lunch, so I'm taking half a day off."

"Huh? Is something wrong? Lunch time is supposed to be the joy of working life."

"It's a pleasure. It's nice to take a break, smoke a cigarette and peel a nogari, but...…, not for me."

A man who says so with a wry smile.

At first, I wondered what you meant.

What do you mean lunch time is not happy for an office worker?

Haru also knew because he went to many restaurants.

That lunch is the happiest time at work except for rush hour.

But that didn't seem to be the case with the deputy.

"I guess I'm not very good at choosing a lunch menu. Since I'm an assistant manager, I often end up choosing the menu, and I get criticized whenever that happens. To the chief."

Even in the company, there seems to be an ambiguous relationship with other team members.

I heard the manager is also hard on himself.

It was so stressful to eat together that while looking for other restaurants around him, he found Haru's "Table Heaven" and flowed in.

"But it's so nice to have such a delicious meal. The atmosphere of the restaurant is nice. I like you, too. I think I'll be a regular in the future. "Kkkkk."

"I'm glad you liked it. Please continue to visit us. Oh, good luck with your work life."

"Thank you! Well, I'll get going. I'd like to pay for it."

It's been less than 20 minutes since I brought you food?

Rice and soup must have been quite hot. The man quickly emptied the food without leaving a grain of rice.

It was good to eat so well, but I'm worried that I might get indigestion.

Still, I couldn't say anything because most office workers would be in the habit of eating fast.

"I'll be back!"

The deputy, who gave a warm greeting to the end, left the restaurant.

Looking at the first sales taken during the POS period, I laughed by myself.

But the time to feel the afterglow wasn't long.

'We'd like to place an order, boss!'

"Here's a set of kkanpungi. Hmm... and two Sprite, please."

"Boss, can I have some more water here?"People looking for a day here and there.

It was because more people visited the restaurant since the deputy came in as the first guest.

Unfortunately, the restaurant was not fully occupied, but it was quite crowded because it was about 70 percent full.

But because there was only one employee a day. Cooking, cleaning the table, taking orders and taking care of various things...….

I had so many things to do that I had to walk around without breathing.

"Wow, the kimchi stew looks amazing. Why is there so much meat in it?"

"I know. That's really great. To be honest, other restaurants only put a few pieces of fat and say meat. But it's really the right thing to do."

"Baby, look at the rolled omelet here. It's very thick and delicious!”

Still, almost all customers truly enjoyed the food of the day.

Looking at such people, the thought of having a hard time seemed to disappear.

* * *

"Oh, it's so hard...….”

-You did a great job. Wow, I've received more than 15 teams alone for almost 5 hours. It's understandable.

"But it's worth it, so it's okay. To be honest, I was worried a lot. You all enjoyed it!"

After such a long time, around 3 p.m.

Haru, who confirmed that the last order of lunch was returning from the meal, sank into the restaurant chair.

It became a break time because I was busy doing business without knowing that time passed.

A day was also a time when I had to eat, but I didn't really think about it.

"The egg rolls are all gone anyway...…. I need to make a new one. I'll have to eat quickly and get ready for dinner."

But don't forget to eat, dude. If you get indigestion, there's nothing to it.

"Okay, chef."

Think about your body. I'll help you a lot in the evening.

Mix the leftover rice with the kimchi stew and set the table lightly.

Cold kimchi stew and cold rice.

In a way, it could have been felt bad, but there was a unique taste of this combination.

Cheer up!

As I was eating almost as if I was drinking, the front door of the restaurant opened and made the sound of hanging paper.

I wrote it down because it was break time, so it couldn't be a guest.

"Mr. Haru, right?”

Soon, someone wearing a baseball cap appeared, greeting in a cheerful voice.

She looked like a woman in her 20s with moderate bobbed hair. He was wearing a work suit that read Fresh Express.

From the truck outside the door, she grumbled a box of carrots and kimchi-like ingredients and flew into the restaurant.

"Oh, you're here?”

Haru, who was eating, bowed his head when he said hello.

"Let me help you. Give me the box."

"That's all right! It's my job to carry you to the kitchen anyway. Finish your meal, boss."

"But it's still heavy.”

"Don't worry. I may look a little soft, but I used to be called a blacksmith. That's why I work part-time in a commercial. "Kkkkk."

The girl who carries the ingredients box saying it's okay if Haru doesn't help.

He was a person named "Yumi," and Haru said he was working part-time at a food ingredient distributor contracted to open a table heaven.

Even two years younger than a day.

Even though it was a part-time job, I felt myself working really hard and passionately.

In fact, he/she was very satisfied with his/her day because he/she worked very fast.

At first, Haru met him on his way to the market to buy planting, but there was a place that supplied good planting, so he signed a contract.It's the third time I've opened a restaurant until today, and I quickly became close because I was similar in age and Yumi's personality was kind.

It feels like you want to cook properly. It's like, you know, looking at me back in the day. Yumi said,

Haru also had a past like Yumi.

I've traveled around many shops for my skills and experience.

Even Choi Han-seok did the same.

In addition

"Oops!"

Yumi stacking the ingredient boxes in the back of the kitchen.

Today's delivery was kimchi, potatoes, green onions, and some apples.

But looking at Yumi organizing the boxes, I think she put the potato box on top of the kimchi box and an apple box next to it.

When asked why she did it with a smile one day at a time, she replied as if it was natural.

"Blue onions are easy to press. So I'll put it on top. If you put an apple and a potato together, the potatoes wither quickly, right? I heard it's because of some nutrients, but I don't know...… that's why I left it like this!"

"It's because of a gas called ethylene coming out of an apple. The gas makes other vegetables wither.”

"Oh, right. Ethylene! Chef Haru is the best. This is how I learn every day!"

I don't know exactly, but Yumi seemed to have a good knowledge of the ingredients.

Usually, people who distribute like this only care about the distribution method or storage method. Yumi went a little deeper.

Besides, Yumi knew about the day.

You said you saw it in Michelin magazine before.

Seeing as far as I knew, I really seemed to be very interested in cooking itself.

Huh? Haru. Come here and take a look at this. The green onions are a little vague.

"What? Huh...……I'm telling you. It's discolored, and it's coming out, hmmm."

Choi Han-seok, who was floating next to Haru, who was organizing the ingredients that Yumi brought, found something and called for Haru.

When I approached him, as he said, the par was really stuck in his mouth.

There was a little discoloration and crucially the mucus flowed down from the small scarred area.

It's not that I can't use it, but it's a bit disappointing to give it to the customers.

Haru hinted at Yumi, who was paying the bill.

"Yumi, can you take a look at this for a second? This is the green onion you just brought. It's fine on the outside, but the ones inside aren't in a good condition."

"Yes, chef! Oh, really. I should have checked better when I brought it from the warehouse earlier. I'm so sorry."

"That's okay. We still have some left in stock, can you exchange it?"

"Of course!"

Yumi answered bravely and immediately took the box of green onions out of the restaurant.

If you complain like this, you will never get this reaction.

Most of the time, they tell me to use it or return it even if it's from the back. It wasn't Yumi.

"Isn't Yumi annoying? I'm a bit picky about food ingredients. If you return it like this, you have to go back and forth to our restaurant.”

"Oh, what a nuisance! I'm working part-time because I want to learn many things anyway. It's better! We're learning more. And to Chef Haru!"

"What am I? Thank you for saying that, though."

Yumi rather liked it.

Seriously, I heard you could learn one more thing like this.

I mean, he's amazing. The more I see it.'Yumi, who was working hard, finished organizing the goods.

I was about to return to the truck with the box I returned, but Haru alluded.

"By the way. Yumi, have you eaten?”

"Oh, not yet. I'm going to eat at a driver's restaurant or something like that later. I don't have much time to eat. There are so many deliveries."

"Then do you want to eat here? I'll just do it for you. They're so nice, so just think of it as a service."

"What? I really like it. But it's break time and I'm so sorry that you cook for me...….”

Yumi, you don't want to eat again.

It was not a day when I didn't know whether I had a taste for the deep smell of kimchi stew in the restaurant or how I had been swallowing my mouth while looking sideways at the kitchen.

Instead of answering, he smiled and pointed to the clock on the wall.

"We have five minutes anyway."

"Uh... really?!”

The day was so meticulously checking the ingredients that time passed quickly.

The break time was almost over anyway, so Yumi had no reason to refuse.

"Then I'll go eat! Oh, but I'll pay for the meal. Even if it's for free, how can I eat it for free?"

"Okay. Then I'll put enough meat in it. Oh, I was going to make rolled omelet, so I'll give you a hot one."

"Oh, I love that rolled omelet!"

Yumi who makes your eyes shine.

Sitting near the counter with the best view of the kitchen, he stretched his head out like a turtle and watched Haru cook.

I'm hungry. And there's a reason why Haru's rolled omelet looks delicious.

I felt something different from Yumi's perspective.

"Oh, right, Chef Haru. I have a question."

"Huh? What is it?"

"Maybe it's a little rude. I think you ordered a lot of ingredients. If you look at the order items...…. How should I say this. I think you're going to cook another pot of kimchi stew. About 50 servings? Oh, of course it's all sold out!"

Yumi asked with a pure expression, but she couldn't help but flinching for a day when she was hit on the spot.

Indeed, as she says. It was because I ordered enough food ingredients for the ghosts that would come after finishing the business.

But I didn't know if this would make sense.

It wasn't easy for anyone to guess exactly how many servings of food would be served by just looking at the amount of food delivered.

Plus, really, the idea was to make another 50 servings a day.

"Ahaha, it's just...…. I'm trying to make enough. You don't know how many guests you'll have in the evening?"

"Well, that's true, isn't it? 'Cause it smells so good."

Yumi nods her head saying she understands.

With a small sigh of relief, he muttered.

'He's a strange man. I'm telling you.'

I felt like I had already met Kiyeon at a new restaurant.