Cooking Genius With God

-Wow...wow...wow...….

It's the best. Crazy Arcade! This is it!

Excuse me, mister. Can I have one more bowl?…?

Slurp! Slurp!

The sound of eating noodles deliciously rang out in the oral fairy tale where the grim reaper left.

Today's oral fairy tale was even more raucous than last time.

There has been only one customer, but as many as four people came today.

Two men in their 40s, and one student who looks about the same age.

Ghosts munch on the day's feast noodles with the happiest expression in the world.

The sight of guests sincerely enjoying their dishes was the happiest moment for all chefs.

"Oh, give me the bowl. I'll cook some more since we have more noodles. Anyone else want some more?"

Me, me! One more bowl, please.

-Add here too! Warm soup is the best. It makes your heart warm.

I asked while scooping out more noodles for the student, and the men raised their hands because they were too tired.

After giving him plenty so he wouldn't be lacking, he looked at Hana, the main character of the day.

"Thank you, Hana. Thank you for keeping your promise."

Of course, these are all ghosts brought by Hana.

Two old men met on the way, and the student ghost was sitting on the schoolyard nearby?

When I said I could eat delicious food, he cheered and followed me.

You gave me delicious short rib patties, so I should do this much.

"No, it means a lot to me. To be able to serve more ghosts a warm meal."

The more customers in the restaurant, the better. That's how much sales go up.

But for Haru, sales aren't just money.

A life in which you can live from now on. The only way to prolong life.

So for Haru, one was as noble as a lifesaver.

Thank you for the meal. Thank you.

I'm full. I think I'm going to live.

I ate so well. I used to love banquet noodles in my life. This is the best thing I've ever eaten in my life! Thank you so much, bachelor. Can I come again next time?

Three people who emptied noodles without leaving a drop of soup.

When Haru bowed thank you, the ghosts each took out their wallets.

The student has a cute square wallet. Two old men's long wallets.

He took out 4,000 won each and left the restaurant with a comfortable step.

He also didn't forget to wave, saying he would definitely.

"Well, I'm more grateful. Seriously."

Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

When I touched the money left by the guests, a clear light came out.

The needle on the wristwatch that starts going backwards again.

Four hours each, just three guests, a 12-hour life extension.

If you add one and Choi Han-seok to this, about 15 more hours will come in, so now it's more than three hours.

"Phew……. Safely today…"….”

One day is still a time-limited life.

However, it was steadily hanging in there day by day by day.

It was a priceless and precious time for a day.

Thank you for the food. Thank you.

"Yes, thank you, Hana."

Don't worry. We'll open it tomorrow as well. Isn't this not enough to pay for the expensive tteok-galbi?

"Haha, I'd love that."After finishing the meal, Hana ate a bowl of noodles as usual and left easily, saying there was a place to go.

It was not so reliable to say that I would bring other ghosts tomorrow.

oral fairy tale after sunrise

The morning time, which was busy without a break, has just ended.

One day, I grilled dozens of tteok-galbi again today.

He even received praise from an old couple who were regular customers of oral fairy tales for their improved taste of tteok-galbi these days.

Park Joo-hyuk, who had a hard time after receiving complaints last time, stared at the day to death, but he would have been so happy that he couldn't hide his expression.

But I couldn't do that today.

A short break after the morning break.

One day, he went to the corner of the restaurant and sipped coffee, refusing all the other chefs who rushed to talk to him.

Of course, Choi Han-seok, who had a serious look on his face, was also.

"Chef, can you really think of anything?"

I don't know. I think I'll think of something. I'm as white as a fog.

It was natural in a way because it happened at dawn.

Choi Han-seok had been trying to think of his own resentment while tearing his hair from the morning.

But it wasn't going to work out.

I think I'll think of something, but I can't see for sure. What should I say? It feels like someone cut off a part of my memory.

"Chef, you're the master of this oral fairy tale. That means your resentment is something in this oral fairy tale."

That's true. But it's Haru. I really don't know. What was so unfortunate and uncomfortable before I died that I became a ghost?

Choi Han-seok is pounding on my heart as if he's dying of frustration.

I felt even more sorry for the day I watched.

One day, he was a fan of Choi Han-seok, the saddest in Korea.

In case he missed something, he listed all of his achievements he knew, but there was nothing much to gain.

"I think there's a reason why we have two weeks left. Like there's something you can't do except in two weeks.”

I can't do it unless it's in two weeks.What the hell is there? Haru, what should I do?

There was not much a day could do in front of Choi Han-seok, who lost his power.

Because every day was like a day to live with the money of ghosts.

As the two were sighing, someone ran from the other side of the kitchen.

A fat senior chef who ignored the day until last week.

However, he wanted to score points for Haru, who had changed dramatically since Choi Han-seok was appointed, and he had been flirting with him lately.

"Haru, you've been here you are. Hurry up and follow me. Head chef Park Joo-hyuk called for an emergency call."

"Emergency call?”

He seemed not to be lying, given that he ran quickly or his face turned red.

Park Joo-hyuk's call would be no big deal.

Haru followed him to the center of the restaurant hall.

Sure enough. Before I knew it, all the members of the oral fairy tale, including Kim Ho-sung, the general manager, were gathered.

"A day, you're late."

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear there was a convocation...….”

"Don't get too excited about the compliments we've been getting from our guests lately. Guests are coming to eat. The moment the cooking goes off even a little bit, the moment you turn your back.""Yes, chef. I'm sorry."

It's Park Joo-hyuk, who has been strangely standing these days.

I could tell by just saying a word to Haru who arrived at the bottom.

It's been a day when I haven't really been told there's a convocation, but this is a jungle with a clear hierarchy.

I sat down trying to swallow the injustice.

Tsk tsk. We need to know Park Joo Hyuk's personality. You're very horny because your day doesn't go your way, aren't it?

Choi Han-seok, who was floating next to the day, shot at Park Joo-hyuk and said a word.

Of course, it wouldn't have been heard by him.

Park Chu-hyuk opened his mouth as if nothing happened.

"As you all know, it's slowly the 'he' season. You all know what the best achievement of Chef Choi Han-seok, who was my teacher and creator of oral fairy tale, has made, right?”

Park Joo-hyuk is suddenly bringing up Choi Han-seok's story.

Haru and Choi Han-seok's eyes narrowed.

"It's the first time in Korea and the first time in the world to achieve Michelin 3 stars with Korean food. That's the pride of my master and this oral fairy tale."

It wasn't wrong.

One of Choi Han-seok's greatest achievements was that everyone picked the restaurant itself called oral fairy tale.

It wasn't a Michelin three-star restaurant for as long as five years before he died.

"Well, wait a minute. Don't tell me?"

A flash of light passed through my head listening to Park Joo-hyuk's explanation.

Something came to mind. Haru, and what Choi Hanseok was ignoring.

"Our oral fairy tale is a Korean restaurant. It's a restaurant that sells Korean food. My teacher aimed for fusion Korean food, but I don't think so. Mixing two different foods is only for the incompetent.”

Park said proudly.

Choi Han-seok, his teacher, was wrong. Fusion Korean food is not right.

I'm a better cook than my teacher Choi Han-seok.

"Korean food is already perfect in itself. There is no reason to mix spices from other countries such as butter and cumin. Why do customers come to Korean restaurants? You're coming to eat Korean food. Don't you think?"

"That's... that's right."

Some chefs answered in small voices.

Park Joo-hyuk continued with a nod.

"It's a oral fairy tale that my teacher left for me. I intend to develop oral fairy tales further in the future. Throw away the fusion Korean style and go to a more Korean restaurant-like a Korean restaurant. Can we call a Korean restaurant that uses butter a Korean restaurant?"

He said he would abandon Choi Han-seok's style and insist on his own style.

There was a good reason for Park Joo-hyuk to publish this story now.

"It's been almost a year since I took over the oral fairy tale from my teacher. You were different from me, but there's one thing I can never give up to keep my teacher alive."

The mouth of the day slowly opened.

He turned his head slightly and looked at Choi Han-seok.

Also, his eyes were wide open, thinking of something.

Whether he knows it or not, Park shouted in a raised voice as if he were a revolutionary warrior.

"Maybe within this month, Michelin judges will come. Everyone, stay alert. Not one guest, not one plate should be missed. To defend the Michelin 3 star this year!"

It is probably more important than anything else for Park Joo-hyuk.

The teacher died in an accident, and the disciple who took over.

He even abandoned his teacher's style and transformed the restaurant into his own style.If you maintain your Michelin 3 star this year, you'll have many spotlights, saying it's the birth of a genius like Choi Han-seok.

If you lose three stars. I was going to be pointed at by the whole world, whose mouth was aching to talk about.

However, Park looked confident.

He said that his oral fairy tale is much better than that made by his teacher.

However, Choi did not seem to think so.

He murmured, staring blankly at Park Joo-hyuk, who shouted enthusiastically at people in oral fairy tales.

-Korean restaurants like Korean restaurants...….

Choi Han-seok stood blankly thinking about something, and soon opened his mouth in surprise.

-……Huh?

Memories starting to flow in.

Things that I had forgotten began to come back to mind.