Cooking Genius With God

"Well, let's go!"

The time when the sun rises after the early morning business.

The day when I returned home and put my eyes on it quickly finished preparing to go out.

You look so energetic. You're a little bit.

"Of course, it's a special lecture at a big academy! Of course, it just happened. But I think it's going to be fun. And you had a good night's sleep."

It's 9 a.m. to say I slept soundly.

"9 a.m. is oversleeping.”

Young people are the best.

I've been living such a hard life for a long time, and the original day itself was a person who hardly slept.

Even if I slept for about four to five hours, I felt refreshed as if others had slept for 10 hours.

I stepped out of the restaurant and transferred some public transportation to the center of Seoul.

We arrived soon in front of a big building.

In this building near Hapjeong Station, there was a cooking academy that Park Joo-hyuk attended, and Haru and Choi Han-seok could tell from a distance that they were here.

It was because banners with Park Joo-hyuk's cool pose wearing a cooking hat fluttered on the way to the academy.

Joohyuk is the same. Anyway, he's full of confidence. I don't know if it's good or bad.

"You're cool, though. Chef, look at this. The size of the academy is huge. It's totally different from the cooking certification academy I went to before.”

The mouth of the day that entered the building opened without realizing it.

He also went to a cooking academy a few times to get a cooking license, but this place was really different in size.

Dozens of neat stainless steel countertops were lined up consistently, and there were large ventilators on top of them.

And even white wallpaper that seems to be confident in hygiene.

With a little exaggeration, I thought it was a lecture platform rather than a cooking academy.

I can't believe I can give a special lecture in a place like this.

The excitement I had since the morning seemed to be much bigger.

As I was looking around the academy, Park Joo-hyuk popped out of nowhere.

He was busy preparing for the upcoming special lecture, wearing a cooking suit.

"Oh, Haru! You came earlier than I thought. Thank you for coming."

"What, I just got here. By the way, the size of the academy is huge. More than I thought."

"You'll be even more surprised to see the students who'll fill this place up later. Well, they're on their way."

It's 11 a.m. right now.

There is a little time left until 11:30, when the special lecture begins, but many students have already come early and waited.

A lot more people than I used to teach cooking high school students.

Looking at such people, Park Joo-hyuk added a word.

"Actually, the instructor told me that you were changed to you, but the students liked it better. There are a lot of people who know you. Jealous. Oh, but it's a secret to the chef who was supposed to do it?”

"Of course, Chef. Don't worry."

"I worry about others, but you don't worry, man. Oh, by the way. I have all the ingredients and recipes you sent me yesterday. Actually, I was surprised when I first saw it.”

"Because you don't like cooking?"

"No way. I didn't expect this dish to come out. By the way, you're amazing, too. How can you think of a dish like this? I'm jealous of your hair!"In fact, the special lecture scheduled for today was about Korean home cooking.

It's a restaurant where oral fairy tales became famous as Korean food.

The chef from there will give a special lecture, so maybe it's natural to choose Korean food.

However, as the special lecture suddenly changed to a day, Park Joo-hyuk said he could cook what he wanted to do to the extent that he did not deviate from the frame.

Instead of traditional Korean food, which was the original theme, I decided to have the most confident fusion Korean food.

By the way, Joohyuk has definitely changed a lot. I can make fusion Korean food for you. That's why I told you. You punk.

Choi Han-seok looked at Park Joo-hyuk, who has become a lot more flexible through a series of events.

"The ingredients are fine. I think the recipe came out well, too."

"I'm glad you're okay. I was in a hurry to get ready, so I cursed.”

He nodded as if he was satisfied with the day he checked the materials and handouts prepared by Park Joo-hyuk and other employees at the academy.

Park Joo-hyuk sighs of relief.

Most of the cooking academies offer handouts with explanations and recipes about what to cook today, which are pretty good considering the rush.

"Well, let's get going. It's time. Maybe, I'll just have to explain you. I have another job in oral fairy tale. I'm sure you've heard of it."

"Don't worry. I'll do a good job."

"You're not worried. I'm just sorry. Anyway, I look forward to your kind cooperation."

Soon after, it was time to start the special lecture.

I had a lot of experience today. There were a few other chefs to help, so I didn't worry too much.

When I stood in front of the counter for the special lecture with Park Joo-hyuk, I saw a lot more people than before.

Starting with a person who wants to get a cooking license, a housewife who wants to learn since it's a one-day special lecture.

Students, or even bosses who wanted to open restaurants, varied.

But they were all looking at the day with anticipated eyes.

One day, I naturally accepted the gaze that was on me.

"First of all, I'd like to say I'm sorry. This wasn't the special lecture that was originally planned today. Because of the accident, I couldn't help it."

Park Joo-hyuk who gave a brief apology to people.

But I didn't feel particularly sorry.

From the perspective of those who came to take the class, it was clear who would have been happier, just a oral fairy tale cook or a day with their own recognition through SNS or Michelin magazine.

"Still, Chef Lee Haru is the best cook I recognize. I'm telling you, sometimes I'm jealous."

When Park Joo-hyuk made a light joke, people laughed, saying it was fun.

The atmosphere got better in no time.

Choi Han-seok, who was looking at Park Joo-hyuk, who was proficiently hosting, smiled as if it was funny with a look at him.

Soon after, the brief introduction of the day ended, and it was time to cook in earnest.

"For those who are new to the one-day class. Let me explain. Today's class will be done in the way that Chef Haru cooks first, and then you guys cook. Oh, of course, if you don't know anything, you can ask me anytime."

After the explanation, Park Joo-hyuk made each of them lift the handouts set in front of the counter.

A dish that Haru brought special for today.

"As it says. The dish you're going to make today is pasta."In a special lecture on Korean food, you might think, "What kind of pasta out of the blue.

Of course it wasn't just pasta.

It was Haru's special fusion pasta, a collaboration between Korean and Western food.

"Beef brisket, fresh kimchi pasta. Here's Chef Haru's recipe."

What a combination of beef brisket, gat kimchi, and pasta.

It was a combination that didn't hit home easily just by hearing it.

But one day I was confident.

Few people don't like this.’

I'm confident that people will like it.

Park Joo-hyuk had to go because he had another schedule, so he handed over the microphone to Haru after finishing the process.

Just as I was going to explain what I'm going to cook today while looking around at the people who are gathered for a day holding the microphone.

Huh? Huh?

Choi Han-seok, who was floating next to the day, suddenly screamed in surprise when he found something.

Choi Han-seok, who approached Haru, who earned a while to read the handouts he handed out, whispered quietly, pointing somewhere.

Haru, I'm really sorry, but look over there. In the corner of the counter!

"……Huh?

The eyes of the day moved to where Choi Han-seok's fingers pointed.

And soon I found something.

Trying to hide his astonishment, he whispered in a small voice.

"That guy. No way."

Why is he coming out of here? No, I didn't expect that.

After reading all the handouts, someone was looking at the day with sparkling eyes.

Short hair that comes down to your shoulders and bright eyes. I recognized a familiar face at once a day.

It's strange to forget because it's a face I'll probably see every morning.

"That's Yumi. Bringing food ingredients to our store!"

The part-timer Haru was paying attention to.

Yumi came to take a one-day class today.

* * *

"Well, let me start with the ingredients.”

One day, I started to lecture as if nothing happened.

Plus, come to think of it, it wasn't so strange that Yumi was here.

She said from the beginning that cooking was as meaningful as it used to be.

Didn't you say that the part-time job of the food materials company you are working on in the first place is also to develop knowledge about food materials and eye-catching skills?

Therefore, there was nothing strange about the participation of the oral fairy tale chefs in the special lecture.

I'm just a little surprised that it was such an unexpected appearance.

"Vegetables are simple. Onion, green onion, zucchini. You have to make the best use of the main ingredients, gat kimchi and beef brisket.”

Tap tap!

I skillfully moved my hands and trimmed vegetables.

Slice onions and green onions thinly, and cut zucchini into half-moon shapes, just like in soybean paste stew.

Then, it's time to start cooking.

Pour olive oil into the frying pan and add minced garlic and green onions to start to make oil.

Around the time garlic changed color and the smell of sweetness began to rise.

Add the prepared vegetables and beef brisket and stir-fry.

The sauce is made with oyster sauce and a little red pepper paste as the base.

When the onion is transparent, the beef brisket is cooked in a delicious brown color, and when the oil comes out, the pasta noodles and noodles are boiled. Then add the sauce and stir-fry it.

Wash it in water. Squeeze it well. Put the kimchi into small pieces for the texture. Stir-fry it. That's it.

The finished pasta was put in a heated earthen pot.

It was a fusion of Korean food and style, so it was to make the feeling more alive.Let's add some young leaves and vegetables for decoration.

"It's done in an instant. It's beef brisket gat kimchi pasta!"

It was made like kimchi fried rice, but the finished visuals were literally enormous.

The sweet smell of vegetables with garlic, onion, and green onion oil combined with the rich and light scent of beef brisket.

And when the slightly sour but sour smell of the nose-poking gat kimchi combined, saliva flowed out of itself.

People who flocked to the front of Haru's counter kept smacking their lips and swallowing their saliva.

"Well, that's it for my demonstration. I'll teach you how to make omija ade that goes well with this pasta later. Does anyone have any questions during the cooking process?"

A day to move on to the next food.

But there was a person who raised his right hand cheerfully among people.

"Oh, chef. I have a question!"

What's the point of saying it.

Yumi, who was holding a note in one hand, hurriedly raised her hand and asked questions.