Cooking Genius With God

Yumi opened her mouth as if nothing happened.

"I went to Chef Park Joo-hyuk's special lecture last time.”

"Right. Actually, few people are as crazy about cooking as Yumi. Oh, this is a compliment. How should I say this? When I see Yumi, I sometimes feel like I'm at least regretting cooking. He's that passionate."

"Han..." Well, that's not wrong.”

A day of natural conversation.

I was going to quit immediately if Yumi showed any signs of dislike, but fortunately she seemed somewhat open-minded.

That's the power of cooking.

Whether it's a good or bad memory. A dish made with sincerity was a way to take out the things that were inside.

Yumi, who made cuts and dipped a fork in a well-done Frank sausage, took a big bite and looked at the day.

"I just wanted to cook like crazy. I wanted to be the best chef in the world by myself.”

"Your own power?"

"Actually, I don't know how you'd feel if I said this, right? When I was young, my family lived really well. The house was very spacious. My mom gave me a lot of pocket money. But I don't think I have any particular happy memories."

I was rich but never happy.

Yumi's expression, saying so, was so droopy that I didn't think she was the usual energetic woman.

"You mean my father? He ran a big sausage factory. It was really popular. You made a lot of money.”

Words that had been buried in her mouth began to flow out.

His father. About Park Gun-il, the stories that he forgot about himself.

"It's a sausage factory.

"But what's the point of being so successful? I used to run it like a bum.”

"What happened?”

"There was too much work. I used foreign workers because I thought labor costs would be a waste to hire Koreans as employees. Starting with stealing passports and using them without paying the minimum wage, tax evasion. The sausage itself did a lot of strange things, saying it would save money.”

"What? Oh, no, that's...….”

Yumi said calmly, but Haru and Choi were not listening.

I didn't think the factory that Park Gun-il was running would have worked normally, but I never imagined it would be this bad.

-Take your passport, tax evasion. You were just a criminal. By the way, my.

Choi Han-seok clicked his tongue as if he was speechless.

If his young daughter knows how much corruption and crime he has committed.

However, this was not the end of the anecdote about Park Gun-il.

No, it was just the beginning.

"Because he was such a criminal father. It was a mess at home, too. After drinking, my mom and I hit each other. I've been drinking and acting up all sorts of things.”

"……What? That's domestic violence."

Haru and Choi Han-seok were surprised again.

Bigger than before.

Perhaps he was thinking of Park Gun-il, Choi Han-seok's expression was very distorted.

The day was also not easy to manage.

I knew your personality was dirty, but you did it even at home.

I could see why Yumi knew so well about the person who was "strong and weak."

I couldn't help but notice it because I was being treated so much at home.

"I even knocked my mother over. He couldn't beat his anger. My father's heart and nervous system were really bad.”

It was ridiculous.I'm sure it was you who did the hand-wrestling, but you even fell.

"Isn't he really a selfish person to the end?" continued Yumi with a bitter smile.

"You gave me only bad things. Actually, my heart is very weak. So I've been knocked out a few times before.

One day, things that Park Gun-il showed at the restaurant suddenly passed by in front of his eyes.

Corruption, crime, domestic violence.

He wasn't the right guy, but I didn't expect this.

How can a father beat his daughter until she fainted?

Dead and evil spirits were evil men in their lives.

No, it was something other than a man beyond the wicked.

A decent human being wouldn't have been able to do this.

"Anyways, my mother and I got hit so many times. But when I was crying after being beaten by my dad, my mom always comforted me. One day, right? I asked. My mom asked me if I was sad. Isn't it hard to live like this?"

"What... did you do?”

"He said this in a calm voice. If I have time to be sad, I'll just eat delicious food and sleep. My mother said it's a way to overcome sadness. Then, my father cooked for me as soon as I left.”

Yumi also spoke in a calm voice.

My mother used to cook spaghetti for me a lot.

It's easy to make, and it tastes luxurious and delicious. Food of happiness.

"My father ran a sausage factory. My house was full of sausages. So they made it luxurious with grilled sausage. When I eat with my mom, I laugh without realizing it. Just like now."

Yumi was obviously smiling.

It was a little laugh, but anyway.

"That's when I thought. I want to make a dish that makes people laugh like this. And naturally, I dreamed of becoming a cook."

"That's what it was.”

Eating someone's food, being happy.

I want to be a person who can cook for me.

That's the way the cook chose to be.

One day, I could fully understand Yumi's mind.

It's no wonder he did it for a day.

A bowl of samgyetang I had when I was hungry. And happy spaghetti that my mother made for me.

A person's life could change with a bowl of food like this.

"Oh, for your information, my father was taken by a ghost.”

"What?"

"Every time I was beaten by my father, I wondered what ghosts were doing. I don't know if it really was, but he died suddenly. Because of a heart attack."

"Heart attack?"

"Someone's the owner of a sausage factory, so I've been eating greasy things all the time, and I've had a lot of diabetes. I was addicted to alcohol and my heart was not good in the first place. Anyway, my father's factory and property were all handed over."

I could see why Park Gun-il died unexpectedly.

A heart attack, one of the most vain deaths, was the cause of death, but it suddenly occurred to him that it was just right for him.

Anyway, my father, who had only left such scars, returned to his legacy by death.

Large factories and production infrastructure. And a fortune of its own size.

Yumi's choice to take it on board was simple.

"Get rid of the factory and everything. I gave all the unpaid salaries to foreign workers, and about 30 million won was left. So I decided to just donate it to the foundation and start empty-handed. But I graduated from college, so I thought it would be okay."

"That would have been quite a lot of money. All of that?""I was greedy. I'm a human being too. But I just didn't want to receive it. I feel better because I've disposed of everything and donated it. Since then, I have lived thinking that my father was not in my life. Then I saw Chef Haru's interview with Michelin magazine. You know, it's cool that you're thinking the same thing as me.”

"Cooking for people...….”

"That really touched me. Since then, my goal has been to work in oral fairy tales like chef Haru. I'm so happy to learn how to cook from the chef. I don't think you can imagine.”

Yumi said she made an appointment with her mother.

I'm going to be a chef who's not ashamed.

I didn't expect him to tell me all this, but when I heard the situation, I didn't feel sorry or pitiful at all.

It's just, I know how it feels. Because I know it so well.

One day, I felt my mind becoming more and more firm.

I want to help this man before my eyes.

I want to cheer for you.

I don't want you to suffer the same pain as yourself.

"I'll cheer for you, Yumi. Seriously."

"Thank you! Chef Haru, if you're rooting for me, I'm so energized that I don't have to eat for another week.”

I couldn't help but cheer with all my heart.

"My mother would love it. Yumi is working so hard."

"Of course, she loves it. And we've been connected to Chef Haru. When would I ever have breakfast with a star chef like this?”

Yumi nodded and smiled.

It was a smile that seemed to have given up all the hard and painful things that had happened before.

"Actually, I mean me? I got a very happy call earlier.”

"What was that call?"

"It was a call from Chef Park Joo-hyuk, who I'm learning at the academy, and he asked me if I wanted to work in a oral fairy tale. I heard it was impressive to learn at the academy."

"Really? That's great. I'm telling you."

"And he asked me to come for an interview today. You said you wanted to see my skills properly. Ugh, I'm actually really nervous right now."

"You'll do well. When I gave a special lecture, Yumi was the best.”

"Right? Whoo, you'll do a great job. But actually...…, so maybe I'll quit my part-time job soon."

Yumi shook her head, saying she was dying of regret.

However, no chef would refuse a scout offer directly from the oral head chef.

Even more for Yumi, who was the dream itself.

But one day couldn't completely erase one's disappointment.

There was no one who gave me good ingredients like Yumi.

I was disappointed that I might quit my job as early as tomorrow.

However, only because of her regret, she could not disturb Yumi's dream that she had wished for almost her entire life.

"My dream is about to come true. Right now!"

"I'll cheer for you, Yumi."

"I'll visit you one more time if it goes well. Chef Haru!"

Yumi jumped up from her seat and bowed.

Haru also bowed his head, saying, "Thank you for telling me this."

He fed well, and Yumi waved and left the table heaven.

But Yumi left with a lot of energy, saying that she needs to do her job clearly.

As Haru watched her truck disappear, Choi Han-seok murmured as he narrowed his brows.I'm so angry. Yeah. It's so annoying. I thought you were a bad person, but you were trash.

"I'm really angry, too. I didn't know there would be such a past behind Yumi, who looked so innocent. And I didn't think it was any of our customers who caused the pain. I've never imagined that.”

You still want to help him?

"That's……."

Haru closed his eyes for a while and thought.

Withholding an answer, he looked indescribable and headed to the kitchen.

It was time for the guests to come soon, and I had to finish preparing.

Day after day, I stared blankly at the boiling pasta pot.

I've known too many things since this morning, and I've put too much thought into it.

However, it did not lose its strength.

It just became clear. Let's see what we're going to do. How Haru himself wants to do it.

Cheer up~~

Shortly after, the doors of the restaurant burst open and the guests appeared.

Today's first guests are none other than Mr. Kim's company staff.

After eating hangover soup on their first visit and liking it completely, they were grateful regulars who continued to visit restaurants day after day.

"Welcome, sir!"

As soon as I confirmed that the customer had come, a smile hung on Haru's face.

We always have to greet guests with a smile.

"CEO Haru. You're working hard again today. By the way, today's menu is. Oh, tomato spaghetti!"

"Dear, doesn't it remind you of the old days? You used to eat spaghetti a lot when you were young. On birthday parties, on the same day as dad's payday."

"Yes, yes. Oh, it's a food that makes you so happy. And there's a sausage."

Customers who say they like the menu and think about the past.

Spaghetti seemed to be a food of happiness for them, too.

said Haru, who stared blankly at such office workers.

"Chef Choi Han-seok, I've decided."

What do you mean you've decided?

"Park Gun-il won't help me.”

-Huh? Well, no. Yeah, well, I thought you'd say that for a day. To be honest.

At the moment, Choi Han-seok stuttered.

Every day went on without blinking.

"Instead, I'm going to help Yumi. I really want to help you. Mr. Yumi.

But Haru and Choi Han-seok knew.

To help Yumi.

Soon, it was no different from helping her father, Park Gun-il, the evil spirit of the evil spirit.

The day was filled with spite in my eyes.

"Park Gun-il will let you know. I don't want to help him as gently as any other ghost. It's a ghost that's hurting our daughter and our restaurant in life and death."

I can't believe you let me know. What?

"What kind of person you were in your life. What you did to your daughter. They'll let you know everything. Every single one of them."

What?

"Even now, Park Gun-il thinks that he didn't do anything wrong. He'll be forgetting everything he's done. It's our job to find memories of ghosts. Don't you think so?"

It's Haru...

Choi Han-seok knew for the first time then.

That Haru is seriously angry now.

And

"I'm making sure. I don't help Mr. Park Gun-il. It's just to help Yumi."

How scary it is when a person who never gets angry gets angry.

Just smiling because there are customers.

A day's molars were crushed into small pieces.