Cooking Genius With God

You're so passionate. Mr. Yumi.

The eyes of Haru, who had been working hard to demonstrate cooking, kept turning to Yumi.

She was the only face I knew among the people who gathered for the class, but it was also because Yumi was listening to the day's class too seriously.

Those who have seen it at least once on the platform for special lectures or classes will know.

People who take their classes very seriously are always obvious.

Sparkling eyes. A busy eye following the right hand of Haru who grabbed a kitchen knife.

It's a lot of tips from a day, and even a hand that writes down every little thing like a recipe.

There were only three people, including Yumi, who brought notes and pens and wrote down what the day told them.

"Chef, I have a question!"

Yumi was the only one asking questions.

Haru looked at her and said.

"Yes, what is it?"

"I've been wondering, is there a special reason why you put zucchini as a vegetable? Beef brisket goes well with other vegetables such as mushrooms and paprika. But I don't know why it's zucchini.”

I thought you'd ask me why I put food in an earthen pot or how I came up with the recipe.

A much more professional question came in than I thought.

Thinking about the use of each ingredient in the food and thinking about alternatives was something that only people who were interested in cooking could do.

It was a slightly embarrassing day, but he soon replied as if nothing had happened.

"I think there are two characteristics of zucchini. It has a sweet taste that goes well with everywhere, and the sauce permeates well."

"Aha! Then there were some that were added to fill in the sweetness that onions lack, and some that were added to soak in the pasta sauce because it had a lot of pasta sauce!"

"Right. Beef brisket and zucchini go well together. It blew away the fat of the rich zucchini beef brisket. Of course, thanks to the zucchini, there's a feeling of Korean food."

"I didn't know there were so many meanings to each ingredient you put in. Chef Haru, as expected."

"What, uh, is there anyone else you want to ask?"

After answering the question, I looked up and looked around, but no one raised their hands.

Choi Han-seok, who was looking at Yumi, who started taking notes on what Haru told him, opened his mouth small.

I've been feeling this for a long time, but it's unusual. That one.

Later, he even taught me how to make omija ade, and the explanation of the day's cooking was all over.

It's time to practice.

Each team was made into a team of two, and then made their own dishes by looking at the handouts with recipes written on them.

There were many couples and housewives, so they made a team.

People who came alone or were odd made a team with one person who had roughly cooked or didn't.

Of course Haru and other chefs continued to rush around the cooking school to help people.

"Well, now we're going to practice. I keep emphasizing this, but the most important thing is safety. Watch your hands, watch your eyes. Do you understand?

"Yes, Chef!"

It was a day when I warned about safety several times since I showed my cooking, but I couldn't relax a little after the practice began.Many of the people who came today had cooking experience, but not all of them had their first kitchen knives.

Burn, oil splatter, knife cut.

The kitchen is a place where things are really all over the place that can be hurt if you slip.

So, right after the full-fledged practice began, I always paid attention to where safety accidents would occur.

"Oh, hey, student. I told you not to use a knife like that. The hand holding the ingredients needs to be rolled like a cat's hand. And then relax, tap tap!"

"Wow, chef. I knew it. You're on a different level from what I'm cutting."

"What? You don't have to take your time, so please cook with safety in mind."

"Yes, thank you! Oh, and could you take a picture with me later after class? Actually, I couldn't go to the chef's food truck last time. I was so sorry to hear that."

"Of course. I'll take it for you."

One day, he seemed to have become famous without even realizing it.

Of course, it wasn't like the star chefs on TV, but when I stood with people and helped them cook, I naturally felt recognized.

Of course, it was a pleasant thing.

It didn't hurt to have someone who recognized you and liked you.

Of course, that did not necessarily mean that the lecture went smoothly.

"Argh! Fire!"

Ha, Haru. Look over there! Come on!

As I was walking around various countertops and meeting the students, I suddenly heard a loud noise from one side.

I turned my head reflexively at the sound of fire! and it was really on fire.

A red fire was raging on the frying pan that was placed on the gas stove.

The black smoke and acrid smell that comes out soon.

"Oh, my...!"

A lady who was surprised by the sudden fire was at a loss.

The day rushed and caught the frying pan, which was on fire, and threw it into the sink.

Then, when I turned on the water, the fire quickly died down.

The fire immediately calmed down, but it wasn't the atmosphere.

Haru spoke politely to the lady, who still seemed surprised.

"You put beef brisket in the frying pan when it's all heated up. When there was smoke."

"Yes...." I did it because I thought it would be okay.”

"Beef brisket is a part that produces a lot of oil compared to other meat. If you put it on a heated pan incorrectly, the oil temperature can rise and fire like this. It's just a little bit oily. It's gone to the water. If it wasn't for that, it could have been really dangerous."

"I'm sorry. I'm in a hurry because I want to do it quickly.….”

"But I'm glad you're not hurt. I'll ask the other chefs to bring you meat and other ingredients, so take your time this time."

Heaven really helped, and fortunately no one was hurt.

But the fact of the matter is that it could have been dangerous.

One day, who asked the lady to be careful, turned around and breathed a small sigh of relief.

Well done, though. Great job.

"You have to pay more attention. But it's what I'm supposed to do."

There was no law that this happened once, so it would not happen twice.

One day after wandering around the counter one by one, much more attentive than before, stood in front of the counter where Yumi was.She teamed up with a lady who looked about 15 years older than her, who seemed to have already become incredibly close to her shortly after she started practicing.

"I mean... Is this the right way to cut green onions?"

"Yes, yes, it's good to cut it thin enough to make oil. You're doing great right now! Oh, right, aunt. Do you want to make the sauce later? I'll be cooking pasta."

"Oh, that's great! Yeah, let's do that. Did you say your name was Yumi? I like your nice personality. Why are you so good at cooking?"

"Hehe, I've always loved cooking. She's good, too."

The two people who cook with big smiles as if they knew each other for a long time.

At first glance, she looked like a person who had rarely cooked, but Yumi was helping her by teaching her this and that so that she wouldn't feel bad.

He's good at cutting. I think he has some basic skills. Looking at the order of cooking, I think you've worked at a restaurant before.’

Thinking about this and that, I approached Yumi's counter.

I was going to help my aunt, who seems to be still not good at cooking.

"Oh, that's good job. You cut the vegetables well. I think they're almost done with the sauce. We just have to stir-fry it now.”

"That's true. I'm not good at stir-frying. It's scary, and there was a fire earlier."

"Then let me help you. It'll be easier if you lower the heat. First, put the vegetables and meat in the garlic oil you were serving."

Screaming--!

When I put vegetables in the golden garlic oil, I heard a pleasant sound.

Skillfully stir-frying vegetables, turning the pan around with a snap of the wrist, and now it's time to add pasta noodles.

"You've been boiling noodles, haven't you?”

"Yes, I've got it up here in advance!"

Yumi is handing over pasta noodles that are well-boiled as if it had been boiled well.

"Oh, Yumi. You didn't throw away all the noodles, did you? I need to use it a little bit."

"Of course! I put it in a different bowl. Is this enough?”

"Oh, that's just right. Thank you."

"What? I can see Chef Haru cooking in front of me. I'm much more grateful!"

Yumi who answers with a lively voice as always.

I felt something of a special assistant, taking care of what I needed without having to say.

'That's okay……?'

Prepare as much noodle water as you need in advance, add the fresh kimchi and sauce, and bring it to me as soon as it's time to finish.

In addition, he had a sense of preheating the finished pasta up to the earthen pot.

I couldn't help but think of this one day.

'If Yumi comes to our table heaven as a part-timer.’

It would be nice to come to a part-time job. That's what you were thinking, right?

As if he had noticed the thought of the day, Choi Han-seok, who came to the side, smiled and said.

It wasn't wrong, so the day paused and whispered quietly.

"Was it written on your face?”

Yeah, totally. Should I guess one more? But since the restaurant has a lot of secrets. I'd like to wait and see for a while. Right?

"You look like a ghost."

Ghosts are like ghosts, wouldn't it be weird if they were people? LOL.Choi Han-seok laughed humorously, but he also seemed to like Yumi in his own way.

It's the same when we first met at the restaurant.

Seeing that the relationship led to this by coincidence, I felt that the day was becoming more and more unusual.

"Come on, this is it. You did a great job.”

"Wow, chef, you're amazing. Pasta and smell. I can't believe I made this.”

"I know. It looks so delicious! Beef brisket, fresh kimchi, pasta!"

Soon after, the dish was completed in an instant with the help of a day.

The stylish pasta was put in an earthen pot and boiled.

My aunt, who helped me cook, seemed to like it very much.

"Well, that's the end of it."

Haru, who was looking at Yumi for a while, asked all of a sudden.

"Honestly, I was surprised. I didn't expect Yumi to be here."

"I know. I was surprised to hear that the chef suddenly changed to Chef Haru. And to be honest, I liked it a lot. I wanted to learn how to cook from Chef Haru!"

"Really? That's great. Actually, there's a table heaven that I'm selling right now. I keep thinking when I see you Yumi...….”

We will talk about the finished.

Just as Haru was about to bring up the restaurant.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm here early, but I'm almost done cooking. Haru, you were with Yumi!"

Park Joo-hyuk, who rushed into the academy after finishing his restaurant work, put his face in.

-He's so... -He's consistently clueless.

Choi Han-seok, who was watching the scene, shook his head.