Cooking Genius With God

One day I couldn't hide my dismay.

What is Park Gun-il talking about now?

"Mr. Yumi..."Are you Park Gun Il's daughter?

I'm sure. Really, she's my daughter.

"Such..."

I couldn't help but be astonished.

I can't believe that Park Gun-il just said such harsh words and pushed him so hard.

Moreover, Yumi obviously yelled at Park Gun-il and said so.

I'm sorry. I've lived without my father since I was born.’

A father who says Yumi is definitely his daughter.

And a daughter who affirms that she had no father.

I had some idea that Park Gun-il's resentment was twisted, but I couldn't imagine what had happened in my life.

Likewise, Choi Han-seok, who was dumbfounded, came to his senses and asked, waving Park Gun-il's shoulder.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute, old man. So you don't remember anything else? We had a nice meal together. Yumi was your daughter. Again?

I mean, it's...….

There's no way I could've remembered just that. When you remember, you're almost there. At least you know what your limit is. I know. Huh?

-That's...

So far, I have seen many ghosts who have remembered Han.

That's why I knew.

As soon as I remember, a lot of things that I forgot come flooding in.

Therefore, Choi Han-seok and Haru also thought that Park Gun-il would be like that.

Of course, I have no doubt that all clues will now be answered.

However, this was the only thing Park Gun-il, who had been struggling for a long time, remembered.

What I was eating was spaghetti. Top with sausage, tomato spaghetti.

"…….Yeah?"

What are you talking about?

Spaghetti in the middle of the night.

The two couldn't help doubting their ears.

* * *

Sneak, sneak.

The place where all the ghosts left.

The floor was simply swept, the chairs were arranged, and the dishes were washed well arranged in their original places.

Choi Han-seok worked in advance before the door was closed, so there was a lot less to do a day, but the deadline for doing it alone was still lonely.

Besides, today is much more than usual.

A day of silently sweeping the floor opened its mouth with a subdued voice.

"These days, that's what I think."

One day you need to think less. No, think about you if you're going to think about it.

"That's what I think of the ghosts. You're the only one who can survive."

What are you thinking? so

"For the ghosts who come to our store, there's no one who doesn't have a story. Everyone can't be a saint because of HAN. They're still here.

That's right. And especially there were ghosts who had big stories.

"That's right, and those ghosts, they somehow managed to get rid of their resentment. By the way. Have you ever thought this was really weird?”

What do you mean weird?

"You've always been like that. Many coincidences and coincidences overlap, find out the resentment, solve it. It's about being holy. It's just like that today. I met two very ghostly women."

-That's... -Yeah. Like a ghost, really.

At the end of the day, Choi Han-seok nodded and couldn't help but admit it.

Because it's been like that all this time.

At this point, reasonable doubt was inevitable."Of course I can't say for sure. If coincidences overlap, it's inevitable, I think this is my necessity. It's to release the resentment of the ghosts who came."

Park Gun Il is a jerk.

"Yes, I'd like to help you."

A day with determined eyes.

Choi Han-seok, who was looking at such a day for a while, shook his head with a smirk.

You're too nice to be a problem. You're too human. He's trying to help evil spirits.

"No."

What do you mean, no?

"I'm not trying to help you, Mr. Park Gun-il."

Then what?

"It's for Yumi. For Yumi, who was so angry that she didn't even know that she was a father and had such a hard time saying that she lived without her father. Indeed, I think the world is unfair."

Haru's eyes were full of strength, unlike usual, which was like a gentle puppy.

Because he's really angry, too.

"We know how hard you've worked. But I've been through these things. That's because of his father. If you don't do anything about Park Gun-il, Yumi will suffer until the end.”

Our restaurant will continue to suffer?

"That's right. And helping Yumi can be helping Park Gun-il. Helping Mr. Park Gun-il will eventually help myself."

You're so consistent too. How can a person be so nice? I've never seen a man as good as you. But it's not like I'm just a pushover.

"That's why I'm feeding the ghosts.”

You're a good speaker. So, what are you gonna do? As I saw before, Park Gun Il. You didn't remember anything except for the moment you were eating.

"Isn't there only one thing a chef can do? Stand in front of the fire, grab a kitchen knife."

Park Gun-il managed to remember it until the end.

Tomato pasta with sausage.

I was going to make it one day.

* * *

"Good morning, Chef Haru!"

The next morning.

As I came to work early and was preparing to open the restaurant, Yumi delivered food materials.

Even though it happened yesterday, Yumi seemed really fine, because of the rule of the underworld that the living person forgets everything that happened inside the restaurant as soon as he goes out of the restaurant.

However, even if the memory disappears in my head, the remains remain in the corner of my heart.

Maybe that's why Yumi also didn't look very good.

"What happened? My face is so gray. It's like you're breaking into a cold sweat."

"Actually, I had a nightmare last night. So I couldn't sleep well.”

"What was your dream?”

"It was a dream that I didn't want to think about. I didn't like it at all. Yuck."

Yumi smiles and waves her hands.

One day, when I knew roughly what the nightmare she had, I couldn't just laugh.

Yumi only remembered that a day cooked for her at an open restaurant early this morning.

The memory was cut off properly.

Thinking whether it was unfortunate or fortunate, Haru, who helped Yumi carry food ingredients, asked.

"So, would you like to have breakfast tonight? I'm going to make something delicious.”

"Well……."

Although Yumi would have accepted the offer without any hesitation, she had no choice but to hesitate today.

It was because I could see today's menu just by looking at the ingredients that Haru ordered.Tomato puree and canned food. Spaghetti noodles. Plus chubby frank sausage.

"Are you going to make tomato pasta?”

"With the sausage."

Of course, it was a menu that was deliberately chosen knowing that Yumi would come.

This tomato spaghetti was the only clue that Park Gun-il remembered.

I thought I could find some clues to his resentment through Yumi.

Yumi, who had been thinking about the menu for a while, opened her eyes and looked at the day.

"All right, let me know if there's anything I can do to help. Just like yesterday."

"That's good. Then could you chop the onion up over there? I need it to make the sauce.”

"Yes, sir!"

Tap tap tap!

The relatively easy onion was cut by Yumi and the hard carrot was cut by one day.

The vegetables were piled up a lot, but when two talented people rushed in, they were quickly chopped up and piled up.

I'm done with the vegetables.

A day stood in front of the fire, and Yumi glistened her eyes as she looked at such a day's cooking.

"Today, I'm going to make tomato ragu sauce."

Sizzling--!

After putting olive oil in a heated pan, stir-fry both onions and carrots.

Remove onion and carrot from pan when both are somewhat soft.

After that, stir-fry all the ground beef and pork from the market at dawn.

If you season salt and pepper and stir-fry them well, the meat turns to a delicious brown color, and if you continue to boil it, the moisture disappears and becomes soft.

"If you look here, there are pieces of meat on the bottom of the pan, right? Now pour the wine in here and melt it. This is the source of the flavor.”

By the time the meat ran out of moisture, red wine was poured and boiled down again.

The work of removing the smell of meat and melting the attached flavors at the same time.

This is called Deglaze in culinary terms.

If the wine has boiled down after the deglaze, the tomato sauce is almost done.

Add the vegetables that were stir-fried earlier to the meat, and pour enough stock of chicken stock cube.

Then add the whole tomato can and tomato puree that Yumi brought.

Of course, you can peel the raw tomatoes yourself.

Lastly, put salt on it and boil it on low heat for about 20 minutes to reduce the concentration.

"It's easier than you think, isn't it? It's handmade tomato ragu sauce."

Rich meat chunks. It's too rich to compare to what's being sold.

I heard that people who only focus on Korean food usually eat Western food or Chinese food come out scary.

One day was the perfect example.

"Would you like to try it?”

"Yes, yes!"

I scooped up the finished sauce with a teaspoon and handed it to Yumi.

Yumi, who was distracted by the condensed scent, carefully tasted the bite.

"Wow……"

Tastes of vegetables, sweet and sour tomato flavor, rich savour of meat.

It was such a delicious sauce that it was perfect to go to a luxury hotel room service.

"Gee, it's really good. Chef Haru has a lot of food. When I made it, it tasted less than half the taste."

"That's how it's supposed to be. There's a big difference in every little mistake. Yumi, why don't you go home and make it today? You remember everything, don't you? My recipe."

"Hehe... Did you get caught."I can't help but concentrate and look at my fingertips. That's all right though. That's enough for your help."

In fact, today's Yumi felt very different from usual.

He was helping the day with his usual bright eyes, but behind it was an indescribable sadness.

It was a matter of course.

I've only been through that a few hours ago.

"Well, let's get it done.”

This pasta is what I'm making for that kind of yumi.

Bad memories will only get heavier if you keep them inside anyway.

It might be better to take it out, cut it with a knife, stir-fry it, and eat it away.

A day after completing the sauce, I put salt in a large pot and started boiling the pasta.

Remove the moderately cooked pasta and return to the frying pan and mix well with the sauce.

After that, roll it in a circle and put it on a plate, bake the frank sausage well and serve it on the side.

Lastly, put some sprout vegetables on top and grind them into Parmesan cheese powder. Finally, it's done.

The white cheese snow sprinkled on top of the red and glossy pasta gave off visuals that were never thought to be sold at a small restaurant in the neighborhood.

"You were hungry, weren't you? Let's eat.

"Yes, yes!"

Haru and Yumi. I haven't eaten anything since morning.

In that situation, I couldn't help but feel hungry after cooking.

In addition to the finished pasta, I took out the leftover oisobagi from yesterday's sale and headed to the table.

I don't know if it makes sense, but once you try it, it's a combination that goes well with you.

"Thank you for the food. Chef Haru."

Yumi, who was staring blankly at the pasta in front of her for a while, picked up the fork.

The pasta noodles, which had been well soaked with red tomato sauce, were rolled with a fork and topped with a spoon, and tasted carefully.

"Hmm!"

A smile that makes you smile.

Before I knew it, my hands were already spooning the next pasta noodle.

"Do you like the taste?"

"The sauce was crazy from the beginning. It's really good. It's not even comparable to pasta sold."

"That's a relief. Yumi said it's delicious.”

Slurp, slurp!

The pleasant sound of the two eating noodles filled the quiet restaurant.

Yumi was originally a talkative person, but she was quiet as if she was thinking about something today.

About half of the pasta. Yumi suddenly looked out of the window and opened her mouth.

"Actually, I didn't really like pasta. I used to love it when I was young. I stopped eating as I got older."

"There aren't many kids who don't like tomato pasta. Besides, you used to eat a lot of pasta when you had happy occasions, right? Family dinner or something. When it's someone's birthday or something like that.

"Yes, it was a pleasant meal. Tomato pasta."

Yumi mumbling pasta noodles rolling in a fork.

Haru, who had been wary for a while, carefully opened his mouth.

"By the way, how did you start cooking, Yumi? You said that before. I wanted to learn various things, so I worked part-time. It's the same with what you're doing right now.“

Yumi's eyes narrowed.